"Are you sure you don't want to head back to the guild first and get a bit of sleep?"
"Ise allright. Besides I don't wants you to miss the chance ta sing at the festival. Ya came an supporteds me doing my thing, I cin support you doing yours."
"Besides, I thinks a party mights be good, its been a longs week."
"Are you sure you are up for it? I won't be the only one performing. You might have to sit through a few terrible performances."
"Well I already knows I'll have ta sits through some terrible dancing. I'm ready fer that. An ifen I thinks I cin survives that, then I don't sees how I cin not survive a few peoples singing off key."
"It might be worse then just off key. Some of them might be tone deaf as well."
"I'll be all rights. When the singing gets bad I'll just close my eyes an think happy thoughts. Ise gots a lot of them I wants ta visit."
"I imagine you do."
"Ok, to the Last Lich."
"Oh, and dinners on me."
*The two halflings ride for the center of the city.*
You'll see, Kannan, we'll be needing that extra crate of pottery mugs I laid in.
"Yessir. Oh, sir, young man came by, says his buddies are gonna bring in some game for tonight."
Excellent! I just hope they dress them before bringing them here, there's not much room in the kitchen right now.
Eric hurries to the front of the Inn to assist in hanging some bunting under the eaves.
Everyone is shocked to see the fearsome looking warrior carrying two large flower wreaths and a dragon shaped bit of pottery that sounds like it has several small items rolling around in it..
"Marroc send." Grack grunts and hands them to Eric. "Sent to wrong place."
Grack seems to wink as he says it, but it was probably just a bit of smoke getting in his eye.
"Marroc send cook later."
"Him say your food not food enough."
Grack looks around the room and shakes his head. "Too bright. Bad for buisness."
Grack turns around and exits the inn.
He turns to a server, and directs the hanging of the flower wreaths, then scans the rafters until he sees a conveniently placed nail. Fetching a stepladder and scrap of rope, he proceeds to hang the pottery pinata from the nail, arranging the rope so that it can be lowered to thwacking height later in the evening.
"Therokke has brought the soup! Let the party begin!"
The barbarian raises the pot above his head trimphantly.
"Pig snout for everyone!"
Therokke places the pot on the bar and sniffs at it. He nudges the bartender. "Used fresh pig too."
Eric steps forward, a pained expression on his face, and says, What he means is, would you like to buy an ale? Oh, ah, and... perhaps that table over there would be more convenient for your soup pot.
He gestures to a table in a corner.
Therokke flexes his muscles and makes a big show of lifting up the pot before heading to the indicated table.
He sets the pot down, and poses next to it."Soup is here! Get while hot! No pushing! Plenty for everyone!!"
He waits for the expected rush of hungry festival goers to line up.
"I think it's free."
"Free?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Well, heck, then..."
"It smells... familiar."
One fellow, a mason by the look of his apron, elbows to the fore and holds out his bowl. As soon as it is filled, he takes an eager slurp, then looks up, tears of happiness in his eyes.
"It is! It's just like my ol' Nana useter make!"
He grabs the soup out of the mans hand and sniffs it before handing it back. "Just what Therokke thought. Not enough pepper."
Therokke stalks over to the bar. "Need to borrow pepper. Soup made man cry. Therokke cooking do not make men cry. Therokke good looks do that."
Upon receiving a pepper shaker Therokke returns to his soup and liberally drowns it with the spice.
"That fix it. No more need to cry little man."
"It's... even better!"
Scooting to one side, he noisily continues eating while his fellows line up to get their own bowlsful. As soon as he can, the first customer gets back in line for seconds.
"If like Therokke soup, you really like Therokke Mother. She god. Only she can cook better then Therokke. Therokke take you to her Temple after soup gone."
Therokke flexes to show that it was not a request. "Mother save Therokke life when he freeze. Explain why pants good."
The big half orc poses to show off his loin cloth. "Not that Therokke need pants, why not show what Mother has given Therokke. Mother heal again. Mother all powerful."
"Like Therokke."
The last to leave is the first to have partaken, and he sniffles happily again as he goes, "Just like me ol' Nana... She were a half-orc too, oh, the memories..."
Therokke looms in front of him. "Nana half-orc? Does she worship Mother? If Nana half orc that make you ..."Therokke quickily counts a few of his fingers, "...half half orc? No, half quarter orc? Two teaspoon orc?"
Therokke shrugs. "No matter. You orc enough. You worship Mother?"
Therokke tilts his head and peers intently at the man.
Therokke growls. "You are now."
"Someone watch Therokke soup! Therokke will be back!"
The big half orc grabs the man and twists his arm behind his back and then shoves him towards the door. "We go to Temple. Therokke will set straight."
The man tries to struggle but is no match for the cook. He is out the door before anyone can stop them.
As soon as the soup pot is unguarded a new line shows up to drain it's contents.
*stepping back a bit to catch her balance as well as Screech who flaps wildly on her shoulder*
.oO(It's ok...just a half orc...)
*she walks inside and looks around at the festive decorations that adorn the walls then at the people that are gathered around*
*not knowing anyone that she can see she goes to the far corner and sits at a small table.*
*she orders a mint tea from Kannan, then pull sout some twine from her bag and begins weaving an intricate pattern*
"What is all this fluffy-duffy stuff on the walls? Where's the food? I thought parties meant food and lots of it."
She watches men line up to ladle something from a pot and grimaces when she catches sight of it. She stands just inside the door, shuffling her weight uncomfortably from foot to foot.
.oO(I've never understood the reasoning behind parties. Wait - )
"Alcohol!" she squeals, then freezes in her tracks.
.oO(But... that means letting go of my shinies!
)She stands there, chewing on her lip.
.oO(Should I stay or should I go? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there'll be trouble, but if I stay it will be double - beep, should I stay or should I go?)
.oO(She is surely energetic....)
*she keeps looking at the half orc for quite a while and notices that she just stands there...for quite some time*
.oO(I wonder why she is just standing there.....)
*she stands and walks over to the young half orc*
Excuse me miss..is there something wrong?
Sensandela blinks at the elf.
"O-Oh. I'm not sure what I'm doing here. Am I going to b-buy - " she chokes on the hateful word, " - some ale, some of their fancy-schmancy grape juice, or I dunno."
She shrugs helplessly.
.oO(An elf is being nice to me. That's new.)
"What would you suggest?"
.oO(Well, why shouldn't she be nice to me? I'm a nice enough girl!)
.oO(I just happen to be a half-orc.)
What would I suggest?
*she thinks for a moent about the drinks she has had..which isn't much and looks at the half orc*
Well I don't drink much but when I do I usually have the wine or a mix of honey and ale which is quite good.
*she pauses again as she recollects on the point of the half orc buying a drink*
Well since it seems to be a festive day, how about I buy you a drink.... you look like you could uses something to cheer you up.
*she gives the young half orc a sweet smile*
The young performer looks around and notes everyone is a stranger. I wonder if I can make a few silvers...
She's pretty cute, Joseph notes as he sees an elf. Anaya
Joseph walks over to Anaya and Sensandela. "Hello la..ladies." Joseph just noticed that Sensandela was a half-orc. "How are you doing this fine evening?" It is the evening right? If not, pretend it was Morning or Afternoon or whatever works.
"So many people... Must be that festival. Is it today already?" he thinks to her.
"Maybe we should go somewhere quieter.."
A soft ribbit from under Kywyn's cloak is translated in his mind.
"New people... new lights... You're hungry now."
Feeling an indistinct grumble in his stomach, Kywyn knows his familiar is right.
With a glance at NaShae, Kywyn continues toward the Last Lich. He thinks of how NaShae used to work in this place, surrounded by people. Perhaps she somehow misses that... if even a little. In any case, the bouquet of the food is drawing Kywyn in.
Turning sideways to slip by a chatting couple, the two make a path through to the inn. Striding in before NaShae, Kywyn surveys the setting nonchalantly, marking possible drunkards or troublemakers, probable exits, and areas of cover in his head. He brushes the front of his dreary, torn poncho-cloak as he steps into the common room, a dark silhouette among moving firelight shadows.
Leaving NaShae to find a pair of seats, Kywyn walks up to the counter to order a couple of teas for them to start.
The noise and heat of the gathering grinds on Kywyn's senses, yet he can appreciate the feeling of drifting that seems to surface as he catches bits of conversation.
"...I'm not talking to him ever again!..."
Drifting on an ocean of nameless faces and detached plots.
"...Have another. I owe ya for what ya did t'day...."
You could throw everything in... soiled sweat, bitter tears, tainted blood...
"...You shan't regret it..."
And all that comes back is the tide.
A gold-eyed frog stares wide-eyed from the shadow of Kywyn's cloak, while Kywyn himself closes his eyes momentarily as he waits for his order, turning a gold piece in his gloved fingers.
I am doing quite well thankyou. How be you on this evening of festivity?
Anaya.. Anaya Starnodel.
"Oim gunna drink till Oi throw up!"
"Oim gunna do both!"
"Maybe we should try to behave a bit?"
"Throwing up aint misbehavin, its natural."
"Yeah, koinda loike fartin."
"Oim gunna do that too."
"You guys are gross."
"Yer the one 'oose gross."
"Oim gunna be a goblin!"
WHACK!!!!
"Ow, whoid ya 'it me?"
"Pim a goblin!"
WHACK!!!
"Stop that or Oi'll 'it ya so 'ard ya can't even see stars spinnin round yer 'ead."
"Oi loike stars theys pretty."
"Please stop arguing. We told Volos we would be on our best behavior if he let us come."
"This is our best behavior."
Seven young halfling boys and a gnome girl, dressed in freshily cleaned red pants and bright green shirts push open the door to the inn and step inside.
Two of the boys immediately rush for the crud table and start grabbing the balls. Two more make a dash for the dart boards. Another pair of boys and the gnome run after both groups before they can start throwing things at innocent festival goers. The last halfling moves for the stage and stands in the middle of it.
"Oim a goblin!"
*watches the people who have come for the festivities, but doesn't speak to anyone*
"Oim gunna sing ya all a song Oi learned from a guy buildin a wall over boi the gate... Hey, that's 'im, the guy with the bad teeth an the 'uge nose."
Davvo points at a very red faced man clutching an ale tightly.
"There once was a man from Kleoklatin, an if 'e saw a girl 'e woulld..."
Davvo gets a few laughs from his song, and even more when Kannan grabs him and pulls him off the stage.
Those in the audience that speak gnome are slightly moved, but the rest of the audience is left wondering what excatly the song was about.
Perhaps I can get one of the attractive women here to finance a binge of drinking, Joseph muses.
"Yes, it is I. The Great Aglarglin. And I shall pleasure you with a reading of my essay on the differances between elven culture and all the others."
"Let us begin by saying..."
It doesn't take long for the crowd to turn against him. The elf stalks off the stage muttering about uneducated savages.
.oO(This is certainly not my sort of scene... But perhaps I shall meet Madame Brodda here.)
*Thanking Kannan for his ale Tensek pays and moves to a more secluded part of the bar where he sits and drinks his ale.*
*takes a seat at Tensek's table*
Kai's silent nod, somewhat startles Tensek. His usual cold attitude towards him seemed to somewhat lighten. Most likely due to their previous task with the Baker.
oO. (I could use a night off.)
He notices Anaya currently occupied, then sees Tensek and Kai and makes his way to their table.. oO. (A rowdy evening of partying ahead hooha!)
"Evenong gentlemen! How are you?"
"Well, here's a little more meat for this feast. If you'd like, I'd be more than happy to offer my help. I'm not only a traditional cook, but I can do...unusual things to help."
Summoning the magical energies like he learned from Angelique, he begins cooking while sending unusual flavorings into the dish. To help him, he invokes a silent assistant to make the preparations easier.
During a pause in the cooking, he fetches the bottle of homemade wine he has stored in his bag. Pouring a glass, he has the invisible helper bring it out to Angelique, in an effort to cheer her up after the hunt.
OoC: Casting prestidigitation and unseen servant
So this is what you were excited about...
The elf's cold eyes fall unto Anaya, for a moment memories from a time back when he was a different person flood his mind. He pushes the memories from his head and turns his view back unto Lucian.
I do not plan on staying long.
.oO( I wonder how much we'll get for that. Well we'll find out soon enough . )
He walks through the throngs of people occupying the inn to the bar annd takes a quick glance a tthe menu.
"I'll take a.. glass of spirits please."
"Coming right up sir."
The bartender prepares the drink while Tagg tosses the appropriate silver onto the counter. When the bartender returns with the drink he takes the coins and quickly files them away. He takes a small gulp before putting the glass down again.
"So, what do you all have for dinner now?"
"Well, we have plenty of assorted vegetables, many loaves of bread (baked fresh, just this afternoon :D).. there's a half-orc over there making soup... if you trust the safety of it and assuming that he's handing it out..."
The bartender peers over at Therokke with the last words.
"...And word from the kitchen says someone brought in boar and rabbit. We also are making some roast beef."
.oO( Mmm... roast beef...)
"Sounds good. When do you think this will all be ready?"
"Well, everything except the boar and rabbit is ready right now (it was a late arrival you see). Those two should be ready to be served in about an hour."
Tagg nods slowly.
"I'll come and get a plate in an hour then."
"Very well."
Tagg picks up the drink, turns around and takes a couple steps forth. He begins looking over the crowds, gnomish music drifting through the air.
.oO( Hm.. I never knew there were so many people in this city. )
He returns later with a bundle and he digs out a plate and begins to pule an assortment of cheese onto it. The pile enclludes:
bre
gudda
white chedar
and and asortment of flavored goat cheeses
He walks over to the barkeep and says,
"Where do you want these to go?"
"Er put those somewhere on the table."
"Er, okay."
[i]Boirin walks over an places the plate on the table the heap of cheeses still cool, he says loudly."
"Hay everyone there be some cheese, however it needs to ripen alittle so bugger off untill its warmed up a bit."
*He sees that the LLI is just full of people, a few of them he knows, but not many*
*He puts his armour and stuff into a closet, and goes to the bar*
"Hey, I'd like to order an ale..."
Kannan: "A'right."
*Kannan fills a nice tankard and hands it to Aric, and coins are exchanged, then Aric finds a seat, somewhat secluded from the other people, and enjoys his drink*
*when the one halfing runs to the stage and begins to sing she laughs and stiffles a giggle when Kannan removes him from the stage only to be replaced by two halfings*
*not knowing a word they are saying she is still mused at how odd though moving the song was and calpps in appreciation at the end*
.oO(Odd language for such a small folk)
*she turns her head back to sensadela only to be distracted once more when the man goes on stage and begins the speech on how elven culture is superior*
*she raises an eyebrow at the fellow, not quite understanding all the politics of what he is saying and is yet a bit mused at his demeanor...only to side step as a piece of bread is thrown at the man on stage as it passes her head*
*a cold blow of air rushes in from behind her and a shiver runs up her spine as Kai walks into the inn..something familiar in the feeling she gets as the cloaked figure walks by makes her watch him as he heads over to a table where Tensek and Lucian sit*
.oO(There is something about him...but I can't place what it is...)
*she turns her head to the waitress and orders an ale for sensa, paying for it than excuses herself and walks back to her table, still keeping an eye on the cloaked figure*
*Kannan walks up to her and hands her her tea and she smiles*
Thankyou Kannan.
Your welcome Anaya... andything else I can do for you?
*she nods not taking her eys off of kai as she sips her tea*
Do you by chance know the shadowy man sitting over there with the elven bard and the human?
*he follows her gaze to the group and shakes his head*
No I don't believe so. I think I would remember if I did...
*he stops and watches as one of the halflings pulls down one of the wreathes and places it on his head and he excuses himself and runs quickly over to the halfling*
*she nods the looks back at kai and sips on her tea*
.oO(Who are you?)
Nor do I. Perhaps long enough to deliver a gift from my friend to the dwarven bard Brodda...
Sensandela grins at the elf. "Why, thank you. Aren't you the ni--"
She lapses off in mid-sentence as a human man approaches them.
Originally posted by JosephKell
Joseph casually enters and looks around. I don't seem to recognize anyone here. Good.
The young performer looks around and notes everyone is a stranger. I wonder if I can make a few silvers...
She's pretty cute, Joseph notes as he sees an elf. Anaya
Joseph walks over to Anaya and Sensandela. "Hello la..ladies." Joseph just noticed that Sensandela was a half-orc. "How are you doing this fine evening?" It is the evening right? If not, pretend it was Morning or Afternoon or whatever works.
The dreaded half-orc manages to swallow a growl, but loses her cheer.
.oO(I heard that.
)"Oh, just fine, thank you," she answers airily and begins to edge away.
"Now I'll leave you two lovely people alone and go find my drink."
Before she does that, she turns to the elf with a curtsy. "Ms. Elf, I do thank you - I think you're the first nice elf I've met to this date."
She slips away, grumbling in her throat.
.oO(It's because I'm a half-orc, isn't it! ISN'T IT!!)
As she approaches the bar, she sighs, "Well, their loss. Alcohol still loves me.
"She is surprised to receive an ale some time later and glances around. Her eyes light on the elf at a table as she sips contemplatively from the mug.
.oO(I wonder why she doesn't hate mah goots? My guts are half-orc, and she's an elf, so logically she ought to hate me for no good reason, kind of like that Kally-Z fellow did and possibly still does... Ohhhh. Maybe she's blind, and so she couldn't tell I'm a half-orc! :D No...)
"As you wish. I'm glad to see you none the less."
Lucian notices Anaya staring.
"Kai... you seem to have a friend."
She's very perceptive isnt she...as far as you and Tensek know, I'm just a nameless associate.
*slightly turns to Tensek*
Brodda you say...what can you tell me about her?
As far as I know names don't matter. Actions are what does. And that one...
*Tensek motions to Anaya with a tilt of his head.*
Isn't worth the trouble.
*Surprised by Kai's question.*
Brodda? She's a dwarf. A bard. She seemed to be a love interest of one of my comrades but he left. I need to deliver a small trinket of his to her.
*Tensek shrugs.*
I haven't spoken to her much why do you ask?
oO. (She's a mysterious one that Brodda, wish I could talk to her some more, I wonder if she got that letter I left with Mrs.Weatherby...)
I met her at the Blue Pumpkin. If you're lookign for her perhaps you could try there? My friend seemed to know where to find her...
.oO(This is worthless getting myself stressed over...after the dreams every shadowy figure looks like him....I should just do what Natala said..if he wants to find me he will..his choices are his own....)
*her last thought brings sadness to her and she closes her eyes to hide away wanting tears and she sips on her tea, now noticing she may need something a bit stronger and gets up*
*she walks pass the table where lucian and tensek sit on her way to the bar, giving Lucian a friendly nod as she passes them*
Jalen: It was nice of Darkar to give us the day off and recommend the winter feast to us at the Last Lich.
Silmarwen: Yes I suppose so, but I wonder why he declined to come with us. It is not like he has anything pressing for him to do at the moment.
Jalen: Really? Perhaps he just wants sometime to himself for awhile. He has been busy with work and has rarely had a moment for himself lately.
Silmarwen: That sounds reasonable. Let's take a table over near the fire, that way we can avoid the chill when the door opens.
The pair head over to a table to sit talking of other things before moving to partake of the feast and the company of others.
oO. (It wouldn't do any harm to ask her for a dance later...)
Lucian returns to the table with three ales.
"I hope this can persuade you to stay a bit.... Or else I'm going to end up drinking three."
Sip.
You have powerful methods of persuasion Mister Risk.
*The ranger takes a mug and takes a long pull at it.*
*after watching a few different performers, she recieves a glass of wine by means of some spell and accepts it, taking a sip. Looking around again, she seems a little cowed by the amount of people, and by the fact there aren't that many elves here
*fighting a losing battle in keeping her spot near to the stage area, she reluctantly moves towards the back, catching sight of Anaya and then Silmarwen
. o 0 (There are two people I could talk too, but I think I'll wait until they are less busy.)
*Kannan nods and makes the drink for her and sets it in front of her before heading over to another customer.*
*She thanx him and then just idly stairs into the glass before taking a long drought from it and setting it back on the table...returning to the idle stair at the golden liquid*
Our last run in, was not coincidental...
His eyes drop back unto the mug for a moment before he pushes it to the center of the table. Wordless, he returns watching the patrons to the inn.
"So it seems..."
Lucian acts unperturbed at Kai, and shrugs.
"Suit yourself."
Lucian looks to the stage expectantly.
*he soaks in the heat of the room for a moment as he scans the room*
*he first sees Maelut limping around, and then his eyes alight on Boirin*
*he considers going to speak with them, but a dark figure catches his eye*
*without a second look, Silis walks to the dark figure, knowing that it is Kywyn*
*he flicks his hair out of his eyes as he walks over to the pair*
"Good evening Kywyn, NaShae."
*he bows his head to each of them and places his hand on the back of one of the chairs*
"Do you mind if I join you?"
"Hay,Silis, how ya doin..."
Boirn suddenly notices Kywyn and Na' Shae he was talking to.
"Er, excuse me, I didn't notice you two there. Sorry about that."
He steps back out of hearing while Silis speaks.
Of course, you can.
*motions to his the man who was talking to him, who she remembers from Nobody's*
Your friend is welcome as well.
With a bow to the crowd, he announces, "This song is in honor of all those who have passed on in the year gone by -- may we all remember them fondly."
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
They were as black as they might be,
With a down.
The one of them said to his mate,
Where shall we our breakfast take?
With a down derry, derry, derry, down, down.
Down in yonder greene field
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
There lies a knight slain under his shield.
With a down.
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well they can their master keep.
With a down derry, derry, derry, down, down.
His hawks they fly so eagerly,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
There's no fowl dare him come nigh.
With a down.
Down there comes a fallow doe,
As great with young as she might go.
With a down derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She's lifted up his bloody head,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
And kissed his wounds that were so red.
With a down.
She got him up upon her back,
And carried him to an earthen lake.
With a down derry, derry, derry, down, down.
She buried him before sunrise,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
She was dead herself ere even-song time.
With a down.
May blessed be ev'ry gentle soul,
With such hawks, such hounds, such faithful love.
With a down derry, derry, derry, down, down.
The gnome bows his head over the final plaintive chords, and bows solemnly as the applause begins.
Bad luck to refuse a free drink.
"And have you a request?"
With a loud strum, he gains the crowd's attention, and begins:
Hey ho, the rattling bog,
The bog down in the valley-o,
Hey ho, the rattling bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Now in this bog there was a tree.
A rare tree. A rattling tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
Now on this tree there was a limb.
A rare limb. A rattling limb.
Limb on a tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
Now on this limb there was a branch.
A rare branch. A rattling branch.
Branch on a limb.
Limb on a tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
Now on this branch there was a twig.
A rare twig. A rattling twig.
Twig on a branch.
Branch on a limb.
Limb on a tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
Now on this twig there was a nest.
A rare nest. A rattling next.
Nest on a twig.
Twig on a branch.
Branch on a limb.
Limb on a tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
Now in this nest there was an egg.
A rare egg. A rattling egg.
Egg in a nest.
Nest on a twig.
Twig on a branch.
Branch on a limb.
Limb on a tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
Now on this egg there was a bird.
A rare bird. A rattling bird.
Bird on an egg.
Egg in a nest.
Nest on a twig.
Twig on a branch.
Branch on a limb.
Limb on a tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
Now on this bird there was a feather.
A rare feather. A rattling feather.
Feather on a bird.
Bird on an egg.
Egg in a nest.
Nest on a twig.
Twig on a branch.
Branch on a limb.
Limb on a tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
Now on this feather there was a flea.
A rare flea. A rattling flea.
Flea on a feather.
Feather on a bird.
Bird on an egg.
Egg in a nest.
Nest on a twig.
Twig on a branch.
Branch on a limb.
Limb on a tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
Now on this flea there was a mite.
A rare mite. A rattling mite.
Mite on a flea.
Flea on a feather.
Feather on a bird.
Bird on an egg.
Egg in a nest.
Nest on a twig.
Twig on a branch.
Branch on a limb.
Limb on a tree.
Tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
[Chorus]
As the song progresses, the gnome sings it faster and faster, but still reaches the end with breath to spare, triumphantly.
He half turns toward the stage and the singing gnome. His stare is aimed, seeing if he can make the quickening song stop with thought alone.
*she takes another drought of the honey ale and sets the mug back on the table letting out another sigh as her thoughts seem to expand not paying much attention to the new song that the gnome sings though she can somewhat hear him in the background*
*as the song speeds up she becomes more agitated at how annoying the song is wrather than cheery that it should make her feel and she turns her head and watches the gnome and the man singing along with him*
.oO(This is ridiculous....)
*she goes back to take another drought of the ale, nearly finishing it in hope of drowning out the beating noise in her head, but is quite relieved when the song is over*
*her head still pounding she finishes off her ale and walks outside for a moment...needing a fresh breath of air in hopes to clear her head*
*she stands up..grabs her bag and heads out of the inn and sits on some crates that sit outside*
*she takes a deep breath and looks up at the sky*
.oO(Oh, I'll do better later. Think they can snub me, do they? Think they can ignore me, do they? Hoho! Not after I'm through here!
)Neighboring drinkers might overhear her wicked giggling.
oO. (My ears....)
He looks up when the song is over and applauds none the less. oO. (Yay! It's over!)
.oO(Pig snout, eh? Poor pig. Ah, well, it'd appreciate this, I'm sure.
)She raises her empty mug to her lips, feigning a swig, but all the while she is humming. Underneath the bar, she trails a feather in circles, spirals, and figure-eights against her thigh.
After a moment, the table in the corner quakes as what appears to be a fully live piglet bursts from its pot, spilling soup all over the floor. Its hoofs scrabble at the side of the pot, and its mouth flaps in silent squeals. That is odd, that this all occurs without a sound. Silent Image.
*he motions for the waitress*
"Just water please."
*his head turns to Boirin's voice*
"Boirin, wait. Come, sit with us."
*he smiles at NaShae in thanks for her offer*
*when Jalen and the gnome start singing together, Silis appears to wince for a moment before mentally blocking the sounds*
"Whoevers' idea of a joke that was, it's in incredebly bad tast."
Lucian approaches the piglet cautiously.
Without warning, it bolts between his legs to vanish behind Kywyn's chair.
.oO(
)"Was that a pig I just saw?" she then asks dubiously. Beneath the bar, she tucks away the feather inside her pouch.
Silmarwen observes the antics of the piglet coming out of the soup and then watches it dissappear suddenly. She looks around suspecting that it was a trick since the piglet was far too quiet to have been real.
However she can not determine who the prankster was and does not feel it neccesary to find out since no one was harmed.
No...the face hidden behind this mask is payment to me...
Kai slightly pulls down the scarf to reveal the metalic mask. The candles dimly light the contours of the mask, its fanged teeth and skull like properties, is unsettling to most.
Trust... *slightly exhales*Its a wicked thing...isnt it...
*pulls the scarf back up to conceal the mask*
"Thanks for the rides Major."
"Me an Minto is gunna go to the festival fer a bit. Minto shouldn't miss a chance likes this ta entertains people. But I don't thinks you'd likes it much."
"You shoulds takes Big Ivan backs to the guild. Tivs will makes sure you gets a special feast Ise sure. Or at least a meal an a bath."
*Major licks Hermys hand, and Hermy hugs his dog back.*
*Major grabs Big Ivans reins in his mouth and starts to lkead the other dog away.*
*Minto watches and shakes his head.*
"I think you may be right about Major being the smartest dog ever. It almost seems like he understood every word you said."
*Hermy shrugs.* "Why don'ts we get inside. We aint had a decent meal in a week or so."
*Minto nods and pulls the door open for Hermy.*
"Minto! Minto sing us a song!"
Mintro smiles back, and waves but doesn't stop to talk until he has seated Hermy at a table and ordered a meal for the two of them.
While waiting for the food, Minto begins tuning his lute. Several nearby festival -goers whistle and give him a small clap.
"Are you going to be all right while I go entertain the masses Hermy?"
Hermy nods. "Ise fine. Go aheads an makes everyone else happy."
"And you too of course."
Hermy shrugs. "I don't thinks I'll be getting happier fer awhile. But I think a few of yer songs will keep me frum getting sadder."
"I don't think I could ask for better praise then that considering the circumstances. Should I play the song I wrote for the funeral? Or will that not keep your spirits up?"
"It was a good song. Go aheads an plays it."
Minto smiles and puts a hand on Hermys shoulder and gives it a squueze.
And then he heads towards the stage.
"I know you all want to hear one of the exciting tales of Hermys adventures. And I'll get to those later tonight."
Minto strums out a sad sounding chord.
"But as I'm sure many of you have heard, Sir Hermy recently had a terrible tradgedy thrust upon him."
"The death of his beloved wife."
"We just now returned from scattering her ashes to the wind, and I wrote a song for the occasion."
"And as you can probably guess, it wasn't the happiest of songs. It just wouldn't be appropriate."
"And I'd like to sing that song for you now."
Minto begins to slowly strum a few minor chords.
*Screech flies over and lands on her shoulder then hops down to her lap and looks up at her with a tilt of his head and a soft hoot*
I'm alright..just a bit lost at the moment...so much happening at once..and yet nothing at all.
*he hoots again, tilting his head to the other side. She smiles soflty and rubs his feathers*
No it is not you.... just too many familiar faces and no names.. lost souls and no lives....kind of depressing in a way.
I know I am supposed to be cheery and energetic at a time such as this, but I am afraid all the cheer has left my veins, only to be filled with sadness and depression.
*she lifts her head only to see a familiar half elf she hasn't seen for a long time*
Well I'll be...
*she whispers to Screech and he flies to the rooftop to watch over the street and she heads inside*
*she notes where he sits and orders another honey ale before walking over*
You wouldn't mind an old elf such as myself to join you now would you?
Sing me the songs though it brings me to tears.
And never let me forget.
Now you are gone but all my grief it remains,,
Weeping with sadness when ever I hear your name.
And I fear that forever will always be the same.
And never let me forget..
Let me remember the love that you loved.
Do you remember the paths where we met?
Ah, yes, you told me you'd never forget,
And never let me forget.
Then to all others, my smile you preferred,
Love, when you spoke, gave a charm to each word.
Still my heart treasures the phrases I heard,
And never let me forget.
Let me remember the love that you loved.
Though by your kindness my fond hopes were raised,.
You by my quivering lips will always be praised,
And never let me forget.
But, however long you are gone, know that I tried,
Still to your memory I smile with pride,
Blessed as I was when I sat by your side.
And let me never forget.
Let me remember the love that you loved
Though the last glimpse of Alissa with sorrow I see,
Yet, wherever thou art shall seem heaven to me.
And never let me forget.
Sad and lonely it seems now in my home,
But you will be in my heart, wherever I roam.
Remembering you, I'll never be alone.
And never let me forget.
Let me remember the love that you loved.
Minto plays a few more chords, and mutes the strings.
Perform check = 32
Oh, Miss Anaya. Of course I won't mind, please sit down.
Glares at the human man who snatches the chair that Anaya was about to sit down. The man stops in midstride, and gives the chair back after enduring few seconds of very stern glare from the slightly scarred half elf. Nods and gestures at the chair.
How are you?
.oO(I'll admit it, he's good. Excellent rhyme scheme. I want this guy at my funeral...)
.oO(I wonder if he'd give me lessons. :embarrass )
I am doing alright I guess..better than some yet less than others.
How have you been? I haven't heard or seen you since...
*she thinks for a while*
Well let's just say it has been a long time...
*she smiles a bit and nods to the bartender as her ale is brought to her*
Once he sees that Hermy isn't weeping Minto smiles and strums a familiar chord to many of the audience. And then starts singing.
THE SAGA OF THE NIGHT OF THE SHADOWS AND HOW HERMY SAVED THE DAY
Undead forces had began to assemble
To ravage the city and make it tremble
Wraiths, shadows and armored horrors
Marched across Garic citys borders
The undead army, hidden by foul mists
Sent people running, afraid to resist.
Silence was shattered by the sounds of crying,
As many kind people lay down dieing.
There were few who dared oppose this horde,
Few brave enough to raise a sword.
But there was one man who knew no fear,
Standing against them was Mr. Hilldeer.
Brave Hilldeer issued a challenge to duel,
He had to buy time, he was no fool.
But he was overwhelmed, it was taking a toll
Those shadows had began to eating his soul.
But Mr. Hilldeer gave up not , he gave his all.
But soon he was weary and not long to fall.
But Lo! He appeared the Great Halfling!
Hermy the Hero, of whom all the bards sing!
Hermy stepped in to battle the wraith,
He knew he must keep his friend Hilldeer safe.
He handly handed his foe a defeat
And sent the evil horde into a retreat.
Many brave folk gathered and rallied round.
Around the Greatest Hero To Ever Be Found.
The Best of the Best, The Mighty Hin!
All rallied round knowing Hermy would win!
Hermy and those other guys battled all night.
The undead learned to fear Hermys might.
The wraiths trembled with fear at their mighty foe.
Hermy the Great. Greatest of Heroes.
Before dawn the undead were deep in a rout
Hermy hunted them down and chased them out.
He slew all there were, showing no pity.
For the evil they had done to Hermys city.
The people were saved, and let out a cheer.
For Hermy, his friends, and Mr. Hilldeer,
As the sun rose up high into the sky,
The saviors of the city, savored some pie.
Perform check=26
Minto bows as the audience applauds and waves off a few calls for more songs.
"I'll sing more later. I've been on the road for a week, and haven't had a drink in all that time."
Minto winks.
"And I wouldn't be opposed to more then one if you get my meaning."
Minto bows again and returns to the table with Hermy.
Takes a sip of his tea.
How I am? Better than yesterday is the easiest answer, as then I can relate purely on my physical health. But then again, I must say that I've seen too many good men to die, while I've lived. Lived to mourn their fate and to try to preserve their memory. Thus, I really can't say it's been a joyful year.
I've worked a lot, it takes part of pain away but not all. And I can't allow myself to forget, for to forget would be to betray and to betray would be to turn my back to Thalos.
Sensandela, fumbling, pays for her cheese and ale and carries them to the table at which sit the red pants and their owner. She smiles at the two halflings and sets the mug down before the bard.
"Hello," she says cheerfully. "Hope you like ale 'cause that's what I got."
She turns to the owner of the red pants and, after a moment, bows, respectfully if a bit shakily. "Mr. Hermy, in thanks for, ah, saving the city... Um, would you like some cheese?"
.oO( :embarrass I wonder if he even likes cheese. Why wouldn't he like cheese? Cheese is good. Cheese is safe.)
I don't believe it has been that long...much after Ran had come to the city I would say at least. I believe the last actual converesation we were having was about a Dryad and a tree...
*she pauses as she takes a drink of her ale*
I don't believe you ever finished telling me what happened with that...
*she frowns*
I can't say it has been a joyful year either. Much as to why my spirits aren't as lifted as they should be this day of festivities...
*she takes another sip*
I have lost so much myself and yet I have gained some as well... it is a balance on how the mother and her sons work I guess. Much to say that certain changes heed warning and silence to others just to keep that balance.
*she stairs into her mug and lets the liquid swirl like a golden tornado in her glass*
*she looks back up at Codrian*
New secrets being revealed..lies of old told only to keep others safe...
*she sighs and the liquid returns to its orginal form..still*
"I don't beleive we've been introduced, my name is Boirn, son of Naerin."
He extends his hand in an offer to shake
"I like cheese. Thank you."
"Its things likes cheese that makes the city worth saving."
.o0(An things likes Alissa.)
*Hermy continues smiling, but starts to twiddle his fingers. Minto steps in to keep the conversation going.*
"Yes cheese... Its a good thing. I've been considering writing a song about the glory that is cheese."
"But there are so many types to praise. It would definetly be a long epic. That's for sure."
"Do you have a favorite cheese? I think a song like that would work best if I had one cheese stand out above all the rest. Not that I would want to slight all the others, but songs do tend to go over better when there is a hero to cheer for."
"It's gonna be one of those nights I think..."
Lucian applaudes Mintos performance, raising his mug in praise before having another sip.
oO. (He's good. There's alot of talent here tonight...)
Originally posted by Hermy the Hero
*Hermy looks up from the table he has been staring at and politily smiles.*
"I like cheese. Thank you."
"Its things likes cheese that makes the city worth saving."
.o0(An things likes Alissa.)
*Hermy continues smiling, but starts to twiddle his fingers. Minto steps in to keep the conversation going.*
"Yes cheese... Its a good thing. I've been considering writing a song about the glory that is cheese."
"But there are so many types to praise. It would definetly be a long epic. That's for sure."
"Do you have a favorite cheese? I think a song like that would work best if I had one cheese stand out above all the rest. Not that I would want to slight all the others, but songs do tend to go over better when there is a hero to cheer for."
Sensandela sighs as Hermy twiddles, but patiently cuts off a good chunk of her cheese.
.oO(Poor li'l guy. I don't think he really likes it.
Must just be being polite. ...Well, at least he's polite...)She gives the bard a slight grin for his song proposal. "Given your skills, you probably could pull it off, you know. I guess I like cheddar best. I don't know many other types, but for that roguefort-roquefart stuff. Um, Mr. Hermy really is lucky to have your talent around at all times. May I ask how you got so good?"
Stares sadly at the cup of tea.
Another sad tale that one, though not one of us died while in there. The dryad, had been killed a long time ago, but had awakened again to torment living as a group of men and hobgoblins had begun to dig gold out of a stream near dryad's tree. We chased the gold-diggers away and allowed the dryad to live once again.
Since that my life's been in quite of downward spiral... every adventure resulting something to mourn or grief for. Even if the dead hasn't been my close friends, I can't escape feeling some loss at their deaths. For me... I guess I see the balance being twisted, others die and I live. Thalos trusts me with incredible luck, but in return I have my burden to carry.
Arches his eyebrows at the whirpool in the ale.
You too now? Occasionally I still feel like cursed, with my talents. I sincerely hope you won't ever feel such thing.
Of late, I've been having thoughts of getting on the road again. It's like something was urging me to leave behind this city.
Minto watches him for a second and then smiles at Sensendela.
"How did I get so good? Well the modest answer is lots of hard work and practise."
Minto winks. "But the truthful answer is I was born to perform."
"I was singing in the familky inn in Brannons Run before I could walk."
"Mind you, they weren't the best songs ever. I believe I used the word 'Gah gah ' a bit to much. But I think youth can excuse that, don't you?"
"And as soon as I was old enough to get run out of town," Minto winks again. "I had to make a living somehow. And heroing is a bit to rough on the clothes."
"I traveled a bit, and spent a lot of time in the various inns, performing and watching performances. And making a bit of money here and there singing fior my supper, and for a bed for the night, and occasionally someone to share said bed with."
Minto quickily glances at Hermy again.
"I managed to pick up a few things a long the way as well. I won my lute in a singing contest in the capital, and I inherited my magic sword from an old man who enjoyed the song I sang for him before he passed away."
"The life of a bard could make as good of stories as the life of a hero But... well I am a bit to modest for that."
Minto laughs a bit.
"And whats your story? A princess fleeing from an arranged marriage to a hideous old man? Ran out of town by a jealous old shrew?"
"What brings you to Garics? Surely you weren't born here, or I'd have heard songs about someone so lovely."
Minto glances at Hermy again.
Well I am glad none of you got hurt and bringin peace back to the land is always something to be proud of....
*she nods as he comments on the activity that was in the glass*
Yeah... though I don't take it as being a curse..I'm not really sure where it even came from...it has only started a couple of days ago and I am still trying to grasp how to control them.
I was thinking about going to the hightower for information on what the power is..cause it is not a divine power..more hardcore in a sense, but yet it is a bit natural..like the energies are in the blood rather than from what surrounds you.
*she drinks some more of her ale and nods*
I can understand what you are feelin... I want to leave the city as well but yet there is som much tied here to me now that I feel as if I can't leave..not yet anyway.
I have been journeying outside the city quite often though... seems that having something formidable to do keeps my mind from wondering to things that I should worry myself on.
*she pauses*
Which seeems to be coming back again since I returned to the city...
*she looks over at the table with Kai, Tensek and Lucian, then back at her cup and sighs*
"Long time no see, friend Aramil! Come, join us at our table, there are empty seats and the night is still young!"
In very basic level, all magic is alike, method of accessing is only different. You know how to draw the power without help of learned methods and draw more, the drawback is: you can't do so many things with it. Seeking help from Hightower won't help, all you can do is to learn on your own. Even I, who can cast spells same way, can't help you much. That's the way of being an innate.
Shakes his head.
I have ties as well, but I know if I wanted I could leave in a day or two. Already this is probably the longest time I've been in one place. Every month I am here, even if I venture outside occasionally, makes me feel that the bars of the cage are getting thicker. Soon, I don't know what I will be... I am changing.
Originally posted by Sensandela
Sensandela watches the man and the piglet from the corner of her eye. Her lips curl up, barely containing a laugh. She continues to hum as the piglet freezes and stares at the blade in the man's hand.
Without warning, it bolts between his legs to vanish behind Kywyn's chair.
Kywyn catches the flash of movement from the corner of his eye. He pushes away from the table to see what it might be but finds only the inn floor.
Glancing around the inn, he looks from face to face briefly in the crowd. When Minto's songs begin, Kywyn listens, somberly drinking his tea.
.oO(I should get going, I guess. Poor guy... looks like he'd appreciate a bit of privacy.
That was stupid of me, to think cheese would help.)She snorts, amused. "'Lovely'? Thank you, sir. You're the first to notice. Most people just notice first the telltale snout that marks orc blood and run before I can get close enough to sink my horrible fangs into them."
Her grin shrinks to a small smile. "Likely if I was a princess, people wouldn't run quite so far away, but I'm no one important. As such, I shouldn't be... monopolizing so much of your time. Thank you for the talk, though!" she beams happily.
She bows again to the red pants. "Mr. Hermy, thank you for your patience. I hope things get better for you. I... would hurt a lot too I think, if I had lost someone."
.oO(Can't lose anyone if you never have anyone. I guess that's just one of the many perks of being... single, right?)
With that, she leaves the table, face flaming.
.oO(Hey. Where's that milky goodness got to?)
She forgets her cheese. Darnit.
How so?
From your tone...is there something wrong?
*she looks at him concerned*
Then, sometimes, I feel like there is something battling inside me. Two sides fighting and I am not sure my old self is winning, especially as I find myself thinking about things in a way that I would've not considered before. Or then I just feel that I am doing it all wrong, getting stuck at this somewhere and not being what I could be. It's all very difficult to explain. Only thing I can be sure of, is that there is a change happening.
Looks sad.
Look what I've done now... taken away from you a chance to have a pleasant evening and forced to listen my ponderings. I'm so sorried.
*Minto gives Sensendela a wave.*"I always have time for fans of music... and lovely women!"
Minto turns to Hermy."Are you still doing all right?"
"I guess."
*Hermy glances around the room.*"You don't have to stay with me. I'll be fine. Go mingle. Festivals don't comes around very often."
"More often then your best friend losing his wife though."
"Go mingle. I'll be fine. See, Ise already smiling."
*Hermy forces a goofy look on to his face and then shoos Minto away.* "Goi haves some fun."
*Minto looks at Hermy and then stands up.*"If you need anything just holler."
"I wills."
*Minto nods and walks into the crowd and stops to chat at a few tables with various festival goers.*
"Enjoying the party?"
He pulls up a seat and waves the waitress over. He turns to Tagg. "Do you need anything? I don't know about you, but I could sure use an ale."
With luck Brodda will get here soon.
*Tensek takes a long drink from his ale and leans back in his chair looking quite relaxed.*
The girl clears her throat and starts to sing.
The song appears to be about two lovers, but her nervous pausing makes for a very unimpressive performance.
Performance check=7
Other then a few rude cat calls from the drunks in the back, there is very little applause. The girl breaks into tears and runs back to her table.
.oO(We all need a little bit more practice, I guess. Soon, soon, my pets. Soon...
)"Hello to you too, Minto."
He shakes his head.
"And no thank you, I already have a drink. I'm just waiting a bit before I get dinner, though."
He takes a drink from his glass.
"An interesting song.. I've heard quite a bit about this Hermy... Marroc's halfling friends mentioned him as well. Hermy must be well known among halflings then?"
No it is quite alright... I wasn't having very much of a festive time before you came anyway..
*she smiles trying to lighten the mood*
Well have you tried talking to Natala? She is the woman that owns the mystic shop by the park. Maybe she might be able to give you some more information about what is happening?
I went to her once... and had my signs read on the cards... she gave me an idea of what I am to do... but there are alot of questions still unanswered in my mind.... I just haven't had the chance to go and talk to her again.
Even if she is unable to help..just talking to her gives me kind of a peace within. There is just something about her.
*she smiles*
Well enough about sorrow..maybe it should be a time for us to be more festive.
*she waves a waitress over and orders two more of the honey ales. The waitress nods and she comes back with them and sets one in front of Codrian*
I know you don't drink much..but maybe it will help to keep our minds from things we shouldn't think about at the moment.
*she smiles in hopes to raise his spirits*
oO. (It takes guts to put yourself on stage like that.... Something like that could ruin her future, bleak as it may be.)
Lucian turns to his fellows.
"Excuse me for a moment gents.
Lucian walks over to the girl's table, his cane tapping out a steady beat.
"Excuse me miss."
I know Natala, I've worked at the shop for past few months. I work there, even while she and I are about as much different from each other than two persons can be. But, yes, I'll try to not to think my problems for a moment.
Takes an another sip of the ale. Smiles faintly.
What's this drink? It is like ale, but I can't now recognize the other taste.
He smiles at Tagg.
"You must be new to the city. Hermy is well known by everyone. He is the city's biggest hero after all."
"It sounds like you know Maroc, so at least you are going to the right places around town."
"He's the man to know, if you want to know anything."
"Speaking of knowing... What halfling friends of Marroc's? I know it wasn't Hermy or I, And most of the city's other halflings tend to stay in the halfling quarter."
"It wasn't... them was it?"
Minto cringes and points at the Mick and Vivvo who are dancing on the crud table, accompanied by Dirkko and Davvos armpit orchestra.
The mother looks at Lucien though, with a very protective expression. "Yes?"
Lucian smiles encouragingly.
She walks to the center of the stage with a bold grin on her face and, more importantly, with dried dandelion petals clenched in hand.
(So okay, it's really short, compared to his, and maybe the melody isn't as great... Ehh.)Oo.
For a moment, she seems only to stand there, humming quietly to herself, hips slightly swaying. She dances, warming up her body as well as her vocal cords. When she has finished, she blows the dust of the petals from her palm. The little cloud twinkles in the light as it falls.
"Hello!" she calls, grinning.
"My name is Sensandela, and I will be singing something short, and you may think it repetitive if you speak all the languages I do. I wouldn't blame you," she laughs.
"I wish I could craft lyrics like, ah, Mr. Minto does or even sing like him. I'll work on that. For now, this is Dandelion Wine in Common and a couple other languages."
Swaying gently, she sings first in Common, then repeats it Dwarven, Orc, and Elven.
Dandelion wine:
Crushed sunshine
and my soft summer breath.
A floating wish:
Sweet, careless,
not a worry left.
It is a soft, simple melody that, while lovely, sounds a bit bare without accompaniment.
One last time she repeats it in Common, but it is uncertain to the listener who is the other singer if there is one:
It sounds like two voices twirl and weave together slow melody and harmony. It seems only the melody carries the actual lyrics, however, while the harmony is only simple vocalization. Ghost Sound
It is ale, but is mixed with honey. Ran made this for me one day and though I am not particularly fond of the taste of ale..this is more to my liking.
*she takes a drink*
The girl looks up at Lucien and sniffles. The Mother continues talking. "She has been taking lessons for several months. But this was her first time performing in public."
"You should hear her around the house though. Shes the equal of anyone who has performed here so far."
The girls face turns red, and she looks away from Lucien. The mother doesn't appear to notice.
"Grienna's taecher says she has one of the best voices he has ever heard. He thinks in a few years she'll be good enough to perform for nobilty. And not the minor ones here in Garic's. But the important ones back in the capital."
The girl turns even redder.
*quietly whispers to himself*
His eyes...of someone lost...
After watching Codrian, he returns his focus back unto Anaya. He quickly analyzes her demeanor, while she is busy speaking.
You changed as well...
*turns his head and closes his eyes*
.oO( Now Gamis, its your turn...where are you...)
Failing to find one, they stare slack-jawed.
One the song is over, the audience applauds loudily.
peform check=25
*The halfling horde stops dancing to the armpit noises and yell out once Sensendela has finished.*
"'Ey orc! Sing soimthin about smashin things!"
"Yeah! Sing an orc song about squashin elves or soimthin fun loike that!"
"I think that was a nice song."
"Noice fer a song that weren't about squashing things!"
*Minto turns away from Tagg momentarily to applaud and bows a kiss towards the stage.*
Sips again from his tankard.
"I beleive your teacher. It takes guts to perform like that."
Lucian leans on his walking-stick.
"Don't let this get you down. If you waqnt to give it a try again later, I'll be willing to assist though I have no experience with it, I can at leat keep the beat."
Lucian clap heavily as Sensedala's performance finishes. Quite impressed.
"Of course she will try again. She has to learn to perform in front of a crowd. I'm not paying all that money on lessons for her to just perform for her stuffed doll."
The girl frowns a bit but smiles at Lucien again.
"Are you a bard?"
That it does..
*she looks over at Sensa as she sings her melody, listening as two voice come from one mouth*
She definately has a melodic voice, but she is strange none the less. Doesn't talk very much either..it is like she is holding her own conversation in her head and she is too busy with her mind that she doesn't speak and when she does speak..it is ramble of words and thoughts all put into one.
*she sips her drink and her eyes slowly pull over to Kai and notices him looking over in her direction*
.oO(You are so familiar and yet I have no clue who you are... but you seem to be interested in watching me.... how come? What is it that fascinates you so? And why do you conceal your face behind a cloak and scarf?)
"Not quite. I'm an actor though..."
oO. (More than even I realise...)
"...and I like to see people fufil their dreams."
Thinks about something for a longish time while nursing his honey ale. Notices Anaya looking at somewhere.
Pray tell, what do you see?
Oh nothing..
*she quirks a smile*
Just my mind wandering is all..
*she smiles again and takes another drink of her ale*
"An actor? Well I suppose that everyone needs to make a living somehow."
The daughter frowns at her mother. "An actor? I've never met an actor. "
The mother whispers to the girl. "You shouldn't associate with that type of person if you ever want to perform for kings."
The girl ignores her mother. "Is acting fun? Sometimes I like to pretend that my dolls are an audience and I perform for them. That is similar to acting isn't it?"
oO. (Yes, staying away from me is probably a wise thing for those with high hopes, but everyone has to start somewhere...)
"Very much like it. If you can go up there and imagine they are your stuffed companions then it would be very similar to pretending that your animals are your audiance. Acting is a part of life, for me at least."
"And halflings, well they already look like toys."
The mother shakes her head but doesn't say anything.
"I'll try again in a little while. After they've forgotten my first performance."
The girls mother nods. "And this time we won't follow that halfling."
The girl nods.
Originally posted by Boirin son of Naerin
Boirin manages to get a chair and sits down next to Silis and looks across and Na'Shae and Kywyn.
"I don't beleive we've been introduced, my name is Boirn, son of Naerin."
He extends his hand in an offer to shake
NaShae. It's a pleasure to meet you.
*nods to him, offering her hand*
You're a friend of Silis?
Originally posted by Minto Newberry , Bard Extroidinaire
Minto doesn't let his dissapointment show when Tagg doesn't offer to buy him a drink, and signals the waitress to bring him one.
He smiles at Tagg.
"You must be new to the city. Hermy is well known by everyone. He is the city's biggest hero after all."
"It sounds like you know Maroc, so at least you are going to the right places around town."
"He's the man to know, if you want to know anything."
"Speaking of knowing... What halfling friends of Marroc's? I know it wasn't Hermy or I, And most of the city's other halflings tend to stay in the halfling quarter."
"It wasn't... them was it?"
Minto cringes and points at the Mick and Vivvo who are dancing on the crud table, accompanied by Dirkko and Davvos armpit orchestra.
Tagg joins in the applause for a moment, enjoying the Common and Elven versions, but lesserly enjoys the Dwarven and Orc versions, perhaps because he doesn't understand the languages and the two languages seem to lack a certain eloquency. He then follows Minto's finger with his eyes and notes the familiar halflings and watches them for a couple moments before turning back.
"Yep, that was them."
"And new enough I suppose."
He takes another sip at his drink, as the halflings cries reach his ears. He stops drinking and slowly puts the glass down. He refrains from commenting.
"Tell me if you want your help. Take Care!"
Lucian makes his way back to his table, and has another deep sip before siting down.
"After we saved Brannons Run, the city was so grateful they 'let' Hermy take those boys with him to train to be heroes."
"It's not working out to well as you can plainly see."
Minto gives the halfling army a disgusted look.
"How did you get tangled up with them?"
"If the memory isn't to painful to relive."
Originally posted by Hermy the Hero
Hermy applauds politily.*
*The halfling horde stops dancing to the armpit noises and yell out once Sensendela has finished.*
"'Ey orc! Sing soimthin about smashin things!"
"Yeah! Sing an orc song about squashin elves or soimthin fun loike that!"
"I think that was a nice song."
"Noice fer a song that weren't about squashing things!"
*Minto turns away from Tagg momentarily to applaud and bows a kiss towards the stage.*
.oO(Yaaaaay! They don't hate me! Hehehe.)
At the applause, Sensandela bows, her grin an equator on her head. She listens good-naturedly to the halfling runts and opens her mouth to reply until she sees Minto clapping. She beams, and then flushes bright red at his next action.
She blinks, frozen in the headlights.
Eventually, word from her brain gets down to her feet, and she wanders about the stage for a moment before she eventually aims correctly for the stairs. She alights on the edge of a chair at a table somewhere with her cheeks still warm and brows furrowed in confusion.
.oO(I think I need a beer.)
"Anyways, Marroc had a job for me, Silis the spellflinger (something like you. Except all grim-like.), Maelut the cook, and Boirin the.. bartender. We were to hunt some goblins, and Marroc threw the halflings in as help. Well they wandered off just about as soon as we hit the forest. About five or so goblins, thirty hours, and a few pints of blood later we find them tied up about to be cooked by more goblins. Luckily none of them were injured (if that can be called luck) and we got away but not without a fair share of scratches."
He remembers the experience, recalling how Silis and Boirin had nearly died. While he has not thought about it all that much since then, the scene of seeing both of them lying on the ground covered in their blood ready to die and how lucky he had been not to experience a similar fate still lingers clearly in his mind. He reflects upon such for a few moments as he recalls the tale, quickly enough shuffling it from his thoughts and turning to another topic.
"Perhaps now you can tell me how you saved Brannon's Run?"
He takes another drink and looks at Minto.
My aren't you just the little softie.
Minto grins and winks.
"That certainly sounds like those boys. You should have let the goblins try tro eat them. One bite and they'd die of food poisoning."
"But enough about them. Lets talk about me."
"And Hermy."
"Were you here when the goblin Warlord Kahn attacked the city?"
"Hermy and I were traveling to Brannons Run to find a home for an orphaned halfling newborn. Hermy saved the babies mother from robbers, but she died soon after during childborth."
"Since you don't know much about Hermy yet, I suppose a bit of background information might help you to understand the story better."
"Hermy's father dissappeared when he was very young, and not long after that, his evil older brother killed his mother."
"Hermy was raised by his older brother Kirby, but it was most certainly not a happy childhood. Kirby left him alone to fend for himself except when he needed someone to abuse."
"And Hermy didn't want the baby, who he named after his brother, to have to grow up without a mother. He still had a father, but he was a halftuck, so you can understand why Hermy had to find a decent family for Baby Kirby."
"The mothers family was from Brannons Run, so we went there to find Baby Kirbys grandparents. It was a long dangerous journey. Remeber how I mentioned Kahn earlier? Well this was during his seige of the city."
"We had to fght our way past his scouts, and even his elite calvary. But somehow we managed."
"Without waking the baby up even."
"When we rteached Brannons Run, you know Brannons Run don't you? It's the closest halfling community to Garics. Several of the
Garics more prominant citizens are from there. Marroc and myself to be precise."
"Anyways, when we reached Brannons Run, it too was under seige."
"The town officials, having heard about how Hermy saved Garics from a giant, a dragon, and an undead invasion, begged him to save their town."
"Which he gladly did."
"Hermy and I fought off the entire attacking force, and even convinced an ogre to change sides and fight for the side of good."
"Between Hermy, Myself, and Wyrmbait the ogre, Kahn was forced to give up his plans to conqueer Brannons Run so he could concentrate his remaing forces on Garics."
"Of course he did not plan on having Hermy stop him thee either. But thats another story."
"To continue on at Brannons Run, after routing the goblin forces,
Hermy, I and Wyrmbait returned to the town and the town begged Hermy to train a few of their sons in case of another goblin attack."
"Hermy agreed on the condition that the city kept Wyrmbait there to guard the city until the boys are fully trained heroes."
"And I think that may have turned intoi a lifetime position for the poor ogre."
Minto takes a sip of his drink.
"Theres a bit more to the story, but I have a song about that that you can hear later tonight."
"Softy I may be, but what's a world with entertainment?
*Tensek winks.*
But that's just me. I like the sounds of nature over any man made tune.
*Taking a pull of his ale Tensek looks around the crowd.*
Indeed...
"That may be true for you but I'd go deaf from the silence."
With a sip of his ale, Lucian leans back on his chair.
You could always sing to yourself.
"I sing as well as I juggle greatswords.
What to sing... Joseph thinks.
He takes a deep breath and begins..
"Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea,
Where rivers run clear, bracken is gold in the sun;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is a song.
Stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long,
Where the trees sway in time, even the wind sings in tune;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Oh, come by the hills to the land where legend remains.
The stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again,
Where the past has been lost, the future is still to be won;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea,
Where rivers run clear, bracken is gold in the sun;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done."
*Tensek pauses to consider something.*
Perhaps you best start growing into a giant no?
"Then I'd have to buy new clothes, mine are just perfect.""
Perform check= 18
The waitress dumps a tray full of drinks when she bumps into someone while she tries walking through the crowd while watching the bard sing.
Lucian pauses from the banter as Joseph sings on stage. Then claps enthusiasticaly. oO. (He's quite good, I'd wonder if he'd be wil;ling to work with us...)
"Where were we?"
Sore hands.
*He looks at the waitress, and her spilled tray, and gets up and heads to the bar.*
"Hey Mister Bartender? Could I get an ale."
*Kannan nods and refrains from mentioning paying for the drink.*
*He places the mug on the counter and Hermy slides the appropriate coin to him before heading back to his table.*
*He heads back to the bar and grabs a hunk of chedder and then heads out the door.*
*He quickily sees the half-orc and holds out the food.*
"Cheese?"
.oO(Ah haven¡'a grraced the stage herre rrecently.)
She smiles to herself and recollects her last time in the Last Lich.
.oO(Ah think that was the day Ah met Minto, if'n Ah'm not mistaken. Minto, Herrmy, and...)
Her smile fades a bit.
.oO(...Missus Woodhome, dancin' beautifully up therre on that stage.)
She pauses in the memory for a moment, then shrugs away the faint sadness that threatens.
.oO(This is too nice a parrty forr such feelings.)
The inn is crowded with no empty tables and not many people that she's terribly familiar with. She heads for the bar.
"Kannan, lad, how aboout an ale forr yeh'rre fav'rrite dwarrrfess?"
She smiles winningly at him as she sets the coins on the table. His brow arches a bit, but his face otherwise remains unmoving.
"Of course."
He hands her the ale and scoops up the coins. She thanks him and turns to scan the room, leaning against a man-sized bar stool.
"Thank you, Mr. Hermy," she says in a trembly voice.
"But if you needed to take breaks, then you'd need to buy foo...."
He notices Brodda enter the Inn.
"Ms.Brodda!"
She nibbles a bit at the cheese and hugs herself against the slight chill. She forces a warm smile to grow for the halfling.
"What brings you out into the cold, Mr. Hermy? Shouldn't you be inside? Your bard will worry about you."
"Misterr Lucian!"
She smiles and saunters over to his table, nodding to the others. Her gaze returns to Lucian.
"How have yeh been, lad?"
Lucian gestures towards an empty seat.
"The cheese you gaves me cheered me up a little."
*Hermy glances back at the inn.*
"Minto won't be worried until he realises Ise gone."
"Hes kinda busy braggin' about how great I is right now."
"He'll probably be busy fer hours."
*Hermy smiles and sits down.*
"Besides, I needs a break from all the party type stuff. It's been a very long month fer me."
"Did you just need a break too?"
"I'm guessing that youse a bard too by the way you sung. Was that last guys song off key or something?"
"I know that upsets Minto when someone sings off key?"
"Thank yeh. It has been some time, hasn’t it? Ah’ve been quite well. Busy, but well."
She looks at Tensek.
"Burrrleg’s frriend, rrright? Tensure? No, wait, that isn’t rrright."
She smiles.
"Tensek. How arre you?"
I'm doing well. Although I do have something for you.
"That's quite a tale. And my sympathies to him for such an upbringing."
"As well, unfortunately I was not around when Kahn attacked. Of course that's not an unfortunately except for the fact it made it more difficult for you to present the tale. But if I've interpreted correctly I believe you had fun with the extra demand."
He takes another drink, another entertainer beginning a song on the stage.
"I never would have guessed there were so many entertainers in this city."
"Do yeh, now? And teh think Ah didn’a pick up a gift forr yeh in rreturrn."
She smiles.
"To what do Ah owe the honorr?"
It's from Burleg.
*Tensek presents the gem to Brodda.*
He wished for me to give you this along with a farewell when he left back for his home.
"And she might even be a hair better looking."
"I don't imagine she'd pass up an oppertunity like this."
Minto frowns slightly.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to see Alissa Woodhome dance though. And thats a loss for everyone in the city. Not just Hermy."
"She was a wonderful dancer."
Minto takes a big drink of his ale. And then resumes smiling.
"So what do you do? Besides rescue annoying halflings?"
"I will tell you the story of my people and their fight against the orcs."
"And how they swept the orc invaders from the plains, and into the moutains. My grandfather, Agmar son of Locath, eldest child of Forod the Beheader from..."
The man begins to tell a story that involves several lengthy generation summaries And eventually briefily mentions one of his ancesters defeating a tribe of orcs, before going into a long account of the victory feast.Perform=4
"... and the boars were plentiful, as were the rabbits,. Some elk were prepared as well, and not a few deer."
"The woman folk of the village were busy with the baking of bread, and the foraging for the wild fruits that were plentiful that time of year. And even..."
His story is cut short when a hunk of cheese smacks into his nose.
"Oi think ya forgot ta mention the cheese!"
The audience breaks out in laughter as the storyteller glares in the direction the cheese came from.
He storms off the stage and heads for the crud tables, but no one there has any cheese. The man swears and stalks out of the inn.
Six halflings crawl out from under the crud tables.
“It’s beautiful!”
She holds it between her fingers, appreciating its clarity.
“He dooes have soome talent, that son-of-a-dwarrf does.”
She pockets the gem and smiles at Tensek.
“Thank yeh, lad. Ah shall have teh visit him in his newly rremodeled cave and thank him.”
She drinks her ale.
oO.(There is a difference between talent and pure badness.)
He takes a moment to reflect on what he 'does.'
"Hm.. I've had a couple hunting and tracking jobs, usually a mixture of both. Nothing too steady.."
He takes another sip as he thinks further.
"Although I plan to try and change that soon.. Not sure what though. I always have been fairly adept with a knife, maybe something that involves making something.. Although it takes more than just that to be a successful craftsman."
Tagg thinks reflectively on his own words, this being the first time he has thought about what he could try doing for a living in a while.
oO. (I know where this is going)
Joseph walks off with a grin on his face.
""I'd try to avoid that if I were you. The next thing you know, you'll be settled down, and to busy to do anything fun."
"I don't suppose you can sing can you? If not there is always adventuring."
"Both are perfectly respetable proffesions. At least among those that still know how to enjoy life."
"Take a look over there."
Minto points at Kannan the bartender.
""See that man. Before he took a job here, he would have never dreamed that one day he'd frighten small children."
"I don't think you want to scare children do you?"
"Trust me. Work isn't something to look forward too."
"It's something to avoid."
She blinks.
Her mouth opens.
"Ah doon't underrstand. Wherre else woould he be?"
She continues to hold his gaze, suspicion of what he means begins to form in the back of her mind. Her fists begin to clench, one around the handle of a tankard. Her single arched brow almost dares him to say it.
"Can I get anything for you?"
She smiles and the bard, bats her eyelashes.
He never told me where he'd be going I just know he's not here.
"As for singing.. I don't think so."
He thinks some more.
"I know I had talked to Volos of the Silver Sword... I'd still be interested in that path. Still stumped on what I could do to get something that would qualify me."
"Besides doing some service for a Church or serving in the city guard, do you know of anything that might be looked upon as a service to the city?"
"Yeh musta misunderrstood soomethin' he said."
Her jaw tightens.
"I think Hermy might agree. And he is on the guild council."
"If I remember things correctily, Volos sent them off just so they wouldn't be around to bother him while he was dealing with his wifes failed raising."
"I'm not sure if that would be enough, but its definetly a start."
He gave me that gem told me to give it to you. Perhaphs he's closer than I expected...
Then she looks at him again, her fists still clenched and her jaw tight, but her eyes softened a bit.
"Arre yeh tellin' meh he left forr good without sayin' goodbye?"
*smile*
"Although I probably tend to drink conservatively regardless of other reasons."
"And a claim such as that might require witnesses as well I presume? Not a problem I could round up the lot (not the halflings mind you, the other lot-Maelut, Boirin, and Silis) and take 'em down there."
"Yes, there is actually something you could help me with. When is your shift over?" Joseph askes with the same grin.
"My name is Elise."
.oO(Bashing heads woouldn'a do much forr the parrty mood. Besides, the one Ah want teh bash is apparrently gone. Forr good.)
As she thinks this last, the muscles around her eyes twitch as she gains control of herself, choosing her course.
She sits back in a more relaxed pose, relaxes her fists, and smiles.
"Ah see. Well. That's that."
She looks curiously at Lucian, hiding behind a mountain of tankards.
"Lucian? Arre yeh alrright?"
Lucian sips his ale.
She smiles and looks to the empty stage, then turns back to the table and finishes her drink, signalling a waitress for another.
"So Elise, your place or mind, Elise?" Joseph says. Must keep repeating her name so I don't forget it. Joseph extends his hand to the bar maid.
Lucian has a pull from his Drink.
How about a song Brodda?"
"Soon enough Ah will enthrall the rroom with meh talent."
She grins and drinks.
"Do you think I'm that easy? What happened to dinner? Don't I deserve a drink! Or for that matter YOUR NAME!"
That can't be good on his ego...
*her eyebrow raises and a small grin forms on her face as the barmaid yells at one of the bards*
"Yeeeeowch."
Originally posted by TaggIIV
"Interesting... I might stop by there tomorrow then, upon the assumption I don't get drunk tonight... I'll stick to water after this to prevent such."
*smile*
"Although I probably tend to drink conservatively regardless of other reasons."
"And a claim such as that might require witnesses as well I presume? Not a problem I could round up the lot (not the halflings mind you, the other lot-Maelut, Boirin, and Silis) and take 'em down there."
"Well don't come to early. Just because you are going to stop drinking doesn't mean everyone else will."
Minto raises his glass and downs its contents. He turns to signal the waitress for another just as she slaps Joesph.
Minto chuckles. "Amauter."
Tagg turns and sees the commotion of the barmaid and the entertainer and laughs. He turns back to Minto after the short intermission.
He takes another sip, and he also is nearly finished with his drink. When the waitress comes to the table he orders a glass of water as well as an update on how the the boar is coming. She doesn't know, but that is somewhat to be expected since she hasn't been in the kitchen much.
"My apologies my dear. My name is Joseph. How does my treating you to dinner and wine sound?" Joseph askes. God it stings! Somewhere deep inside of Joseph, he hears the clinging of coins changing hands... and they aren't falling into his.
Joseph leads Elise over to a table, where he pulls out her chair for her. "I hope I can make up for my foolishness by serving you this meal," the bard says. "I'll be right back."
Joseph wanders over to the bar. He exchanges a few words with the barkeeper and passes a pair of gold and matching silver to the bartender.
Without a word, she lifts the recorder to her lips and starts slowly, capturing her audience, weaving together for them impressions of a slow dawn in spring, the music crescendoing then decrescendoing. She lowers her instrument and, with eyes half closed, begins to sing of awakenings of the creatures of spring from winter’s long slumber. However it isn’t long before the bumblebee brings up the tempo, then she sings of the birds playing in the cool morning air, and she raises the recorder once more to her lips and plays a lively tune, expressing the youthful creatures’ playfulness.
The tune reaches dancing tempo and her eyes snap open as she dances alone on stage, encouraging others to dance.
[Perform, Sing: +12]
[Perform, Wood Instrument: +12]
"I don't suppose any of you gents would be up for a dance?"
He smiles as Brodda sings, though he cringes slightly on a few bad notes comeing from her recorder.
And when she encourages everyone to dance, Minto gladly does, shuffling his feet to the music and bobbing his head in tune with the melody.
Wanting a glass of water, but seeing the servers busy, he rises to walk to the bar.
He looks to NaShae, "Do you want any water?"
If you're already getting something... Thank you, beloved.
*politely claps for each of the performers, doing her best to ignore them, not really in the mood for a festive occasion tonight*
"Of course I wouldn't assume this would make up for things that much," Joseph says while thinking, Doesn't mean I won't try.
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Joseph comes back with the wine and a pair of glasses. "The food will be ready in a bit," says Joseph.
The bard takes his seat and pours them wine.
[OOC: Joseph is using Diplomacy to improve the attitude of Elise. Take 10: 16]
"That song you sang? Did you write it ?"
Joseph raises his glass. "To your beauty, fair Elise."
"You may have bad manners, but your voice almost makes up for it."
She smiles and takes a bigger sip of her wine.
"Not that I'm interested in going there, but where is your place?"
"I still live with my parents. They don't think it is appropriate rfor an unmarried woman toi live on her own."
Elise takes yet another sip of wine.[
Joseph lowers his voice, "I'm staying at Nobody's, it isn't too far. But like you said, you have no intention of going, and I would never do anything to insist otherwise."
Originally posted by Hermy the Hero
"Well I saws that you looked upset, an thoughts some cheese coulds help that."
"The cheese you gaves me cheered me up a little."
*Hermy glances back at the inn.*
"Minto won't be worried until he realises Ise gone."
"Hes kinda busy braggin' about how great I is right now."
"He'll probably be busy fer hours."
*Hermy smiles and sits down.*
"Besides, I needs a break from all the party type stuff. It's been a very long month fer me."
"Did you just need a break too?"
"I'm guessing that youse a bard too by the way you sung. Was that last guys song off key or something?"
"I know that upsets Minto when someone sings off key?"
Her smile becomes somewhat sincere as the halfling speaks, though it fades with thought.
.oO(So the cheese did help him! Oh, good! I knew it, you can never go wrong with cheese! I still feel sad, though - for him.
)"I... Yes, I just thought I needed some quiet time. Sometimes people just -- I don't understand people sometimes," she says softly, swirling the alcohol in her mug. "So I figured I would come out here to think about them."
Smiling, she shakes the bit of cheese at the halfling playfully.
"I like the company, though!"
.oO(If all halflings are as nice as you or your bard, I would probably like any company with a halfling.)
"No, I didn't think he sang off-key. He sang pretty well, I guess. I just had a bad encounter with him earlier, that's all."
(Not that I blame him...)Oo. she thinks gloomily into her mug.
EDIT: Colors is pretty - and makes 'em more easies to read!
"Have you had much trouble there?"
She bats her eyelashes at Joseph.
*he turns his attention to NaShae after Kywyn gets up*
*he seems to think about what he wants to say before saying it*
"Shae, if I may call you that, I have been thinking about my actions of late."
*he pauses, wanting to make sure he says just the right thing*
"I've realized that I've been giving off the impression that I don't really like you very much."
*he tries to avoid her eyes when he says that, almost ashamed of himself*
*looking back up at her, he rushes into his next phrase*
"Which is not what I wanted to do."
*he runs his hands together, feeling slightly flustered*
"You were something that I didn't consider when I came looking for Kywyn. I didn't think he'd have someone, so I didn't prepare myself for that possibility. Ky's always been such a loner, I thought that's how it would be. And that's sort of how I wanted it to be, so I could just have him to myself for a while."
*he looks back at her and shrugs, letting out a deep breath as he does so*
"But when I look at you two now, I see how I was wrong. What I see in the two of you is more than rare, and I'm sorry for acting like I didn't want you two to have that."
"Theys only gots short lives, well except fer elves an dwarves, an maybe gnomes. An... Do half orcs live along time?"
"I think Mister Have-Orc at Nobodys is pretty old, but that just might be cause of all the dust he gets on him cause he doesn't move very often."
"Anyways, peoples only got short lives an sometimes long lives but they wastes them. You coulds die any day, sose you shouldn'ts be lettin no one ruin yer day. Theys too valuable."
"An ya can't let bad encounters stops ya."
"I don'ts knows what that guy in there dids, but Ise pretty sure he didn't kill yer wife or your mother. Or even yer brother."
"So why is ya lettin him makes ya miss the party."
"You know, I'm not sure! I think if any half-orcs do live a long time, though, that's only because the mobs had bad aim," she replies with a dark grin.
However, she quickly sobers as he lists worse possibilities.
.oO(Did someone take all those people from you? How could you possibly stay cheerful? Or sane?)
"Why let him ruin the party for me?" she murmurs thoughtfully, tapping her chin.
.oO(Because I have no right to ruin the party for everyone else. I am more indebted to this one little man, though, than to anyone else or even 'everyone else.' We'll... play along, then, for his sake.)
Wearing a sunny grin, she stands and extends her hand to the halfling to help him to his feet.
"You're right, it could be worse. Tell me, Mr. Hermy, are you an official cheerer-upper as well as the city's hero?"
"And lets me tell you what. Its a lot harder then savin the city."
"There ya just has ta do what you feels is right, but cheerin people up... Well ya gots ta thinks a little bit there."
*Hermy takes Sensendeal's hand and stands up and rubs some warmth back into his behind.*
"I thinks I saw Brodda going in a while agos. Maybe you an her an Minto coulds all do a song together. Maybe even 'Little Brown Puppy'"
*Hermy opens the door to the inn for Sensendela and waits to follow her in.*
.oO(So his name is Minto...)
"I didn't know her - don't know much of anybody, actually - but I really regret not having met her. I bet she was special, too, to be called your ticklekitten. I also bet you that she'd be proud.
"Mm. 'Little Brown Puppy'? I might have heard that song before."
She stands confused before him as he holds the door open.
.oO(Ohh. He's holding... the door open for me. Somebody raised this li'l guy right! What a gentlem - It would have been easier to slip away if he had gone ahead of me.)
"Thank you, Mr. Hermy."
(For a lot of things, thank you,)Oo. she thinks and steps inside.
Kywyn lowers his hands. Denied a set of signs, things can appear to be anything. Scanning the room, Kywyn can point out at least a few Avowed agents. Everyone here could have a concealed face.
"These times of cloak and dagger have left us faded," Kywyn whispers faintly, losing the words to the cacophony on every side.
The tiny black mass shifting into the deeper darkness under Kywyn's cloak warns him someone is nearing. When the water arrives, Kywyn thanks the server quietly.
"That's Brodda up there. She's a dwarf an a bard."
"An a pretty good one"
"I think she might be Minto's girlfriend too, but I aint sure about that. He claims she's not. But they do... Well anyways, thats Brodda playing up there."
"An that's Minto dancing there. You'd think being a bard an all he could dance better, but I guess not."
*Hermy smiles.*
"Maybe you coulds go show him how its really done?"
"I'm sure you knows how to dance."
.oO(Oh. Okay.)
Suddenly Hermy mentions the word "dance," and the trance slowly dissipates.
"Wait, what - dancing? I'll tell you a secret - I'm not that goo-"
She refocuses on Minto.
"Yes," she agrees, "I'm better than him. Let's go!"
She hooks her arm through Hermy's and charges through the crowds of gyrating hips and rippling bellies, narrowly avoiding a bit of sick and its groaning, drunken owner on the floor.
*He notices the man with the silvery-blonde hair, and the familiar close-to-drunkinness look in his eyes, and Aric slightly laughs to himself*
*Hermy stiffles a few sniffles, and whispers to Sensendela.*"I aint ready ta dance again yet. It's stills too soons. I thinks I'd better go get some mores chese instead. And maybe some pie."
*Hermy smiles weakly, and backs away from the dancing and stands and watches.*
*Minto gives him a brief look, but Hermy waves him off. Hermy heads to the counter to get a plate full of cheese and a slice of pie and returns to watch the dancing.*
Every once in awhile he stops putting the cheese in his mouth to wipe off a few tears.*
Of course, you can call me Shae.
*a frown forms in her forehead, as she listens to him*
I do understand. It's hard to accept changes, especially ones you don't expect. I hold no grudges for your actions.
*her smile returns, warmer than before*
If you need time alone with Kywyn, just tell me. But you should know that we do tell each other almost everything. Our connection sees to that.
There are some things we can't share, but it's not an easy task with our link.
"It was hard to accept, but I'm glad I did accept it. You can only change so much of the world, the rest you just have to accept. I can accept that you two are happy together. And that has let me accept some other things, mostly about myself."
*his head slightly turns when he hears Brodda sing*
[color=darkblue].oO(That dwarf...Brodda...she sings wonderfully...perhaps she might teach me some technique...)[/color]
*he turns his attention back to Shae*
"This connection you speak of, your tone suggests it is something more than what the average couple shares."
.oO(Stupid. Should have asked him before dragging him off like that. I... don't know what to do...)
She doesn't hear the music quite as clearly, anymore, so she rests a few tables away, arguing with herself.
.oO(Would he feel better... if I continued to dance like he really cheered me up?)
.oO(And he did cheer me up, for a little bit.)
.oO(Or would he feel better if someone sat with him?)
She glances up at the back of the halfling, rounded over the counter.
.oO(He'd likely want someone he knows better to sit with him... I wish I knew him better, so I would know what makes him laugh.)
Now she watches the crowd move and pulse, laughing and gabbling.
.oO(He would feel better if I was part of that.)
.oO(But I would feel worse to be part of that while he sits alone.)
She stays seated, carefully watching the halfling out of the corner of her eye. After some time, she orders three beers and chugs like a half-orc possessed.
I have a feeling your on your own...
*Tensek nods towards the crowd.*
Perhaps can find a partner somewhere in there.
You could say that. I've bonded with him. It's something elves can do. Though not many do.
.oO(I guess they're cute. They fit. A halfling wouldn't like me that way, anyway. Wait, I'm a half-orc - nobody likes me, either that way or the usual way!)
She raises the mug again, snortling as she gulps. Wait, gulps what? Confused, she squints at her beer, which has suddenly become invisible, leaving only a crest of foam at the bottom.
The foam slides down against the wall, cowering from her. She thinks it shrieks shrilly, "Don't eat me! Don't eeeat meeee!"
She giggles and pushes the empty mug away.
As it collides with a fuller cup, the beer which sloshes inspires a sobering thought.
.oO(Half-orc. Equals a human plus an orc. No one can even like a half-orc. Much less love a big, stinky orc. And do weird, messy - ew - things with it.)
She delicately licks her hand dry - and chokes back an urge to retch all over the table and her beer.
You both show too much fear around that women...
*slightly tilts his head*
Maybe I overestimated the two of you.
.oO(No wonder people hate me. I'm a 'bomination!)
.oO(Beer loves 'bominations, heeheeheee!)
S****ing, she rolls her head, so that her open and eager mouth might catch what she pours. Her mouth catches some of it, but her face catches more.
For a moment, she shuts her eyes and rests, her cheek surrounded by the growing puddle.
A smile grows on a peaceful face.
.oO( . . . It's time to go home.)
.oO(I wonder if Daddy loves me?)
When she opens her eyes, she sees Hermy.
She asks for a pie and a knife. Carefully, she carves two eyes into the surface. In the shape of a smile, she writes:
Smile, Hermy, 'cause she loved you!
Around the crust she lightly etches in a spiral,
I am your friend. Though you may not ever need me ('cause I'm just me), I am at your service if you do. You would have to look for me outside the city, though. I'm going home. Thank you for being a friend. ~Sensendela
This she asks to be delivered to Mr. Hermy the hero. Before he receives the pie-message, she slips out the door and staggers away. Her quiet giggling echoes after her on the empty street.
*she smiles and drinks some more, feeling a bit light headed herself*
Would you care to dance?
Is it not better to fear an angry woman than what people might think of your face?
Sure, if you want to.
We wouldn't want to let a good song go to waste now would we?
Very true, very true indeed.
Stands up and holds his hand for Anaya, while making a small bow.
(e) Thankyou.
*she smiles and walks to the dance floor with him*
(e)Aye..tis would be better than wallowing in a chair drowning ourselves in alcohol.
*she smiles and begins dancing to the beat of the music*
Smiles and tries to catch the beat. Is even somewhat surprised at himself how quickly finds the moves, it's like it all was there just hidden away.
What people think of my face does not concern me...what does is a man who fears such petty things, especially if that man may work with me again.
Kai reaches into his cloak and draws a dagger. In one swift motion he stabs it into the table in front of Tensek and rises.
And the next time you insult me...I'll put this in your chest.
The elf releases the dagger into the table, allowing it to sway. Turning away from the table, he makes his way to the exit avoiding all eye contact. Once he exits the building he looks up to the moon.
I dont need anybody...ever.
His dark form dissolves into the shadows as he turns down an alley. Alone he walks the shadows, his fated path. Kai tugs at his hood while the cold winds stir his cloak.
*whispers in the shadows*
Just a little while longer...
(e) Sorry.
Holding out his palm near his side for Hex to crawl into, Kywyn sprinkles a few drops of water from his cup for the frog. In one motion, Hex jumps back into the folds of the cloak as Kywyn reaches for the glass with his hand. He takes a sip of the cool liquid as the scene before him shakes with music and movement.
(e) It's ok..some people can be so rude...
*she watches as the man leaves and notices Kai leave as well*
*she looks back at Codrian and smiles*
(e) Let's keep dancing.
Keeps on dancing and smiles.
(e) Would you believe me, this is wholly new experience for me.
(e) well new experiences are always a good thing.
*she smiles, giving him a wink and twirls him around, spinning herself with him*
.oO(I hope Gamis can get away to join me before all the food is gone... mmm, I can smell roast boar! Oh, and there are NaShae and Kywyn!)
She makes her way to their table.
Shae! Kywyn! Hello! I'm surprised to see you still here. May I join you?
She lets her gaze fall curiously on the young man with them.
He pushes out a chair for the academician.
"This is Silis," he pauses, "My brother from back home."
She spies the masked man from her table leave, suspecting him to be the one she is to keep an eye on for Marroc.
.oO(Ah wonderr who he came with? Tensek orr Lucian?)
[OoC: Not really here, just a moment long enough to pop in a quick post.]
*Tensek grabs the dagger pulling it out of the table with a scowl and slips it into his belt.*
Don't think I wouldn't return the favor.
Afterwards she sees Tensek put a dagger in his belt and wonders what it was that she missed. Silently she wonders if it is a good idea to be here if tensions are running high and many people becoming more and more drunk.
She moves to express her concerns to Kannan behind the bar.
Well, it is Midwinter night! Had you forgotten?
She smiles at Silis.
Good eve to you. When did you arrive in the city?
One paw on Mirielle's ear, Ixchal strains towards Kywyn, sniffing, head bobbing as she searches for the frog.
"But Kywyn is a human."
*his expression fades to a smile when Kywyn rejoins them*
"Well, just one more thing to accept I suppose."
*he looks up at Mirielle as she walks over, smiling politely*
"I arrived some time ago, perhaps it has been a few months now."
*he takes a small drink from his water*
"Have you always lived in the city? Or are you too from another place?"
Originally posted by Sensandela
She lowers her head to the table, staring at the mugs which stand resolute in the puddle of alcohol.
.oO(No wonder people hate me. I'm a 'bomination!)
.oO(Beer loves 'bominations, heeheeheee!)
S****ing, she rolls her head, so that her open and eager mouth might catch what she pours. Her mouth catches some of it, but her face catches more.
For a moment, she shuts her eyes and rests, her cheek surrounded by the growing puddle.
A smile grows on a peaceful face.
.oO( . . . It's time to go home.)
.oO(I wonder if Daddy loves me?)
When she opens her eyes, she sees Hermy.
She asks for a pie and a knife. Carefully, she carves two eyes into the surface. In the shape of a smile, she writes:
Around the crust she lightly etches in a spiral,
This she asks to be delivered to Mr. Hermy the hero. Before he receives the pie-message, she slips out the door and staggers away. Her quiet giggling echoes after her on the empty street.
*When the pie arrives, Hermy looks around the room for Sensendela, and frowns.*
*But after rereading the words carved in the pie, the frown fades away, and he takes a bite of it.*
*He finishes the pie and then stands up and brushes the crumbs away.*
*And then moves to the crud tables and rounds up his followers.*
"Davvo, Dirkko, Mick, Vivvo, Nige... Nige take that ball out of your mouth... No, put it on the table, not in yer pants... Um, you must be the new guys... an girl... Ise Hermy, hey, hi.... come on guys... it looks likes Minto an Broddas gunna plays a song together."
"Lets go dance."
*Hermy and his eight followers move to the front of the stage and all begin to jump around.*
Originally posted by Brodda
Having fun and pleased that others have joined in her dance, she hates the idea of stopping as she nears the end of the song. Smiling, she waves to Minto, inviting him to join her on the stage. She takes the song for another round, then alters it slightly, slowing it down only a bit.
She spies the masked man from her table leave, suspecting him to be the one she is to keep an eye on for Marroc.
.oO(Ah wonderr who he came with? Tensek orr Lucian?)
[OoC: Not really here, just a moment long enough to pop in a quick post.]
Minto steps onto the stage and quickily checks the tuning on his lute, and waves at the crowd, and smiles as he sees Hermy enjoying a bit of pie.
He whispers in Brodda's ear and then strums a chord.
Brodda and Minto start to play a happy sounding jig. And Mintos smile grows bigger as he ses Hermy gathering the troops to come up front and hop around.
He continues with the song, and once it is done, he bows to the crowd. perform =30 And calls out. "Any requests?"
I was born in the city, and my family still lives here, but I left for two years to apprentice to a mage. When I was deemed ready, I returned to take up the place he'd reserved for me in the Hightower.
"An I don't thinks Ise been teachen you enoughs of that kinda stuff has I?"
"Well, I guess nows a good times to start."
*Hermy calls up to Minto and Brodda.*
"Plays that song abouts Alissa dancing!"
*Minto nods and whispers to Brodda.*
There she is,
The lovliest girl in the world
Hermy was smitten,
The first time she twiredl.
With her fingers ringing,
And her skirts a swinging
Shes the reason that
Bards keep singing.
Watch her move,
And watch her prance.
Give her money
If you like the Dance.
Look at the way
Her dress spins round
Give her some coin
Or it’ll go down.
And look at the smooth
Graceful dancers legs
Just like her sisters
Except Alissa shaves
But don’t look too hard
If you value your life
This lovely girl’s
Soon to be Hermy’s wife.
Many more festival goers get up to dance to the song, and Hermy and his Horde slide around, spinning and smiling. Not all the tears coming down his cheeks are tears of sadness.
Perform check = 34
.oO(Such a short time together...)
Minto! Sing 'The River Trader's Lament'!
With a grin and a wink, she flips a gold piece to the stage.
I don't know if you've heard it, she says to NaShae and Kywyn, but it's very funny.
He retunes his lute to the proper key, and then starts strumming. Brodda begins to play a counter melody.
"Oh, the water on the river of Derryadoo,
It flows with the deepest of blue.
Its strong and its fast, an often quite deep
And its much to loud to get a decent nights sleep.
Or so says the River Trader.
Carrying his wares on his ole' leaky boat.
Glaring at the water as the river gloats.
A glurping and a splashing all night long.
Singing a racous watery sounding song.
Or so says the River Trader.
Eyes bloodshot red, from another sleepless night
Deterimined to best the river in this fight.
The ole' River Trader plugged up his ears with wax.
An pulled in his oas and sat back to relax.
Or so thought the River Trader.
As soon as his eyelids were open no more.
And from his mouth came a deafening snore.
The river complained about it being to loud to think.
And flipped the old boat into the drink.
Or so says the River Trader.
Perform =25
Mmm, this roast boar smells delicious!
"I must not think of thee
and tired, yet strong
I shun the thought that lurks in all delight.
The thought of thee, and in the blue heaven's height
And in the sweetest passage of a song...'
perform check =31
"Normally I don't sing the works of other bards, at least those that people have heard of.." Minto winks, and then his expression quickily turns serious.
"But seeing how she is no longer with us, and I know she would liked to have performed it for you, I will try to do one of the songs of Ashina Warrich for you. I hope I can do it justice."
Where am I?
Am I awake?
Where has they day gone?
Is time standing still?
Do you know? How the light,
drifts in on motes of hope,
as your aproach, your presence,
removes all fears.
Do you know?
Where I am?
Am you with me?
Will I ever be home?
When you near, I am defenseless,
I am weak, without you near.
You meant the world, and even more,
I lost it all, and am alone.
Do you know?
Where I am?
Am you with me?
Will I ever be home?
Your smile brought, the sun's warm light,
Your eyes reflected the moon.You meant the world, and even more,
I lost it all, and am alone.
Do you know?
Where I am?
Am you with me?
Will I ever be home?
Do you know?
Where I am?
Am you with me?
Will I ever be home?
Perform check =32
Once he is finished, Brodda and Minto both remain silent for a minute. As does much of the crowd.
They sure can appease the crowd. I must admit they are some of the most talented preformers I have seen in a long time.
She returns to her table to enjoy the preformance with a smile on her face.
[color=royalblue]THE TALE OF HERMY THE GIANT SLAYER
Now listen close to the tale I tell,
About a fearsome beast and how it fell.
For a giant had come to set up a lair,
And to give the farmers quite the scare.
It terrorized the country, it ravaged the land,
There were none nearby brave enough to withstand.
The farmers were scared and rightfully so.
So they sent to Garics to get a hero.
Upon hearing the call, Hermy volunteered.
For there was nothing on earth, Hermy feared.
He gathered his companions for this quest,
and among those champions he was the best.
Gamis, Kal, Cassiys and Mister Proudfeet,
Set forth to help bring this giant defeat.
For they knew that they must save the farm,
And keep more poor farmers from coming to harm.
Miles and miles, they traveled that day,
Seeking the giant for Hermy to slay.
When the giant saw them he was full of fear,
Knowing that Hermy soon would appear.
He sent vampire birds, a swarm thousands thick,
Hermy worried not, he dispatched them quick.
Hermy strood up to the beast, proud and defiant,
And threatened with death the four hundred foot giant.
The giant growled, and gnashed his teeth,
But he knew that soon, he would know defeat.
Hermy felled it quick, his weapon thrown,
He dropped the giant with his lucky stone.
The giant crashed to the ground, loud as thunder,
His companions stared in awe and wonder.
The farmers rejoiced and started a feast.
To thank Hermy for slaying the beast.
There was plentiful food,
And the pie was real good,
The farmers sang, and laughed some let out a cheer.
And they named a cow after Mister Hilldeer.[/color]
Perform check = 36
*Nige jumps up and down raising his hand in the air.*
"Oi wanna 'ear the song about me!"
*The other boys join him.*
"Yeah, sing the one about 'ow stupid Nige is!"
"I've got a request for a song about one of this grand inns employees. Its going to be my last one for a bit. Thinking about the bartenders tends to make me thirsty."'
The Tale of Kal-Zakath, a True Friend of Hermys.
I’ll tell you a story,
Of one of Hermy’s best pals.
I’ll tale you of the adventure
Of Hermy’s friend Kal.
Kal-Zakath, or Mister Kal,
As he’s called by his friends,
Was a noble elf man,
On whom Hermy could depend.
Mister Kal, was a master tracker,
A well trained ranger.
Who like Sir Hermy
Is never fearful of danger.
Not so long ago, great deeds
Were done by this noble elf.
When Hermy was not around,
To take care of them himself.
Young Nige , a brave young halfling
And follower of Hermy.
Was lost in the dark woods up north,
While looking for a Puppy Tree.
But Hermy was out of the city,
Saving Lady Amberhawk yet again.
It was up to brave Mister Kal,
To find Hermys lost man.
Upon receiving the call for help,
Kal knew what Hermy would do.
He hurried to the rescue,
For he’s a hero too.
Kal set out at once,
He was soon on the trail.
For like Hermy he could track
By sight, sound, and smell.
Almost as quietly as Hermy,
Kal traveled and tracked.
And found the lost boy,
Just as he was attacked.
Easily a dozen orcs there was,
But Kal and Nige fought them.
They faught with skill and grace,
Just like Hermy had taught them.
It took them little time,
To do Hermy proud.
Soon all the orcs were,
Defeated and cowed.
The battle was over,
And Hermys friends had won.
But their adventure was not over.
Their day was not done.
For while he was lost,
Nige had found a birdlady.
But Kal thought it wisest
To report to Sir Hermy.
Hermy had still not returned,
And something seemed shady.
So Kal returned to the forest,
To save this birdlady.
Even without Hermys help.
Kal saved her from a terrible fate.
I’d go into more detail about it.
But the songs already running late.
Perform check= 27
Minto bows to the crowd, gathers up a few coins off the stage, grabs Broddas hand and leads her towards the bar.
"I think we earned the right to get drunk. Don't you?"
*he turns his attention back to Mirielle*
"Two years of study? And you are with the Hightower? So you are a bookmage, er, wizard then?"
"Hello Lady Mirielle, how are you today."
"Is the food ready now?"
"Yes, the boar and rabbit have finished."
"I will have a plate of it then."
The bartender nods and sends the order into the kitchen. After a few moments of bustle the man presents Tagg with a plate containing a slice of boar meat and a piece of roast beef, and a hunk of bread. He points over to a large table.
"The rest of the side dishes can be found over there, sir."
Tagg nods and puts the proper coins in front of the bartender before filling his plate up with a piece of cheese and some vegetables. Returning to his former table he begins the long and delightful process of consuming the extravagant meal.
Originally posted by Minto Newberry , Bard Extroidinaire
Minto bows to the crowd, gathers up a few coins off the stage, grabs Broddas hand and leads her towards the bar.
"I think we earned the right to get drunk. Don't you?"[/i]
"Aye, ah coouldn'a agrrree morre, hon!"
.oO(Forr morre rreasons than yeh knoow. Damn that Burrleg!)
As she follows Minto to the bar, she looks skyward in a silent apology for the curse.
.oO(Well, don't damn him, if'n yeh please, Motherr. Just... make him brreak a fingerr... orr... soomethin'.):sad:
She again pushes back the bad feelings from Burleg's sudden departure, determined to enjoy the rest of this evening.
[OoC: Still not really here.
)*He checks to see if he still has his silver dagger in his boot, and to his relief, he does*
.oO(Wouldn't want to have to use my axe...)
*He gets up, and goes to the bar, ordering a big hunk of roast boar*
*He exchanges proper coinage for the meat, and he takes the plate to the table with the side dishes, and gets some cheese and bread*
*He goes back to his seat, keeping an eye on the two would-be-trouble-makers, and he eats his meal*
Oh, good evening! How goes your effort to find a worthy task?
She turns to her other dinner companions.
This is Boirin, son of Naerin. He's a new applicant to the Silver Sword.
"Well I was thinking that my perticular skills would be best suit me to sneaking around or getting into somewhere, but I'm not really sure how I am to find a task that suits them, yet."
Well, skills of that sort seem to come in handy either in the midst of doing something else, or in the process of doing something illegal. And 'illegal' will not get you into the guild.
She raises an eyebrow at Boirin.
Since the city is not currently besieged by goblins or extraplanar centipedes, you'd best check in with Volos occasionally. He is always at the guild, and is up-to-date on the latest tasks pending.
"Why don't we sit and see if there is any other bards here that can compare with us?"
"Musically speaking of course. I already know the answer when it comes to good looks."
Minto griins and squeezes Brodda's hand.
"Comparre with us? Heh heh. When we'rre teamed up, no otherr coould comparre t'us, loove." :D
She squeezes Minto's hand in return and smiles prettily at him before turning her thoughts to Hermy.
"He seems teh be dooin' a bit betterr. A little. Wherre did the hoorrde of halflingette's coome frroom?"
"From Brannon's Run."
"I guess you could say they were Hermy's reward for saving that city from goblins."
"Though I think it might be more truthful to say, that Hermy saved the city when he took those boys from there."
"Five of them at least."
"The two twins he joined the gang while we were out in the dessert."
"The gnome girl too."
"Those three don't seem as bad, but it is only a matter of time until they get corrupted too."
Minto sighs agaiin.
"They mean well most of the time, but they don't have a whick of common sense between the lot of them."
"Davvo's not a bad singer though."
"And Dirkko seems to have a knack at unlocking things and taking things apart. So far he hasn't done anything illegal with that skill yet. Though its probably only a mattter of time before he tries to pick the lock to the washroom when theres a woman in there."
"The others seem to have a decent ability for hitting things, mostly themselves. But with a bit of discipline they might make adequate guards somewhere."
"Well the others, except for Nige. I don't think he will make much of anything."
"I think he might be, um, retarded."
"Rretarrded? Not amoount teh anythin'?"
She shakes her head.
"Everryone has the ability teh amoount teh soomethin'. Yeh just need teh have patience with'im."
The smile returns to her face.
"They all stay at the guild too? It must be a fairrly busy place therre."
She chuckles, keeping half an eye on the stage for any who might to attempt to best the dwarven-halfling duo.
"That song I sang earlier. The one about Kal-Zakath. Well he really did go out to find Nige when he got lost trying to find a purple puppy tree."
"And hes gotten lost after chasing after a green flying gnome, and a blue elf made out of apples, and..."
"He has too much of an imagination."
"Thats not a bad thing. I know a few people that could use any imagination they can get."
"Could you imagine what some of those old wizards could do if they could think about things that weren't in their books?"
"There really could be puppy trees. Or pie trees or shoe trees."
"There would be no limit other then their imaginations."
She smiles.
"Thoough Ah'm glad Ah'm not in charrge overr therre." ;)
She drinks half her ale in the pause. As she looks at the stage, she realizes something is jabbing her in the side. Her hand moves to the spot and rests on her coin purse. Some investigation inside places the blame on the gem from Burleg.
.oO(Augh! Always a pain in meh side!)
She finishes the second half of her ale and signals for another, setting enough coin on the table for Minto's next drink as well.
"Heres to Garic's! A city where even the smallest person can become the biggest hero!"
"To Garic's! Where a bard can find a song on every corner!"
"To Garic's!! Where anyone can find their calling in life be it fighting, spell casting, or loving!"
"To Garic's! Where you can get a decent drink and make a toast without getting pelted with rotten fruit!"
"Here's to Garic's!"
Minto takes a big swallow of his ale and raises it again and then sits down and whispers to Brodda. "What's a party without a few obnoxious drunks."
"Awww, look at meh! Heh heh." :embarrass
She takes a good long look at Minto and again finds two possible paths laid before her. Which to take?
.oO(The one with Minto would cerrtainly be the morre pleasant of the two.)
She smiles briefly, thinking of the possibilities. Then she shakes her head.
.oO(But it woouldn'a be rrright. Not while Ah'm *not* thinkin' aboout how angrry Ah am at HIM.)
She looks around one last time then turns to Minto, a bit of melancholy seeping from her smiling face.
"Ah need'ta go, love. Can Ah get a rrraincheck on that drrunkeness?"
"I'll have a few drinks for you, and next time you can have a few for me."
"That should even it up."
"Can I at least walk you as far as the bar?"
Minto winks and stands up, and then pulls out Broddas chair.
"That soounds morre than fairr. Ah'll take yeh up on that, no worrries."
Negotiating the crowd, they reach the bar and Brodda kisses Minto softly. Then she turns and, wrapping herself in her cloak, heads out the door to wander a bit in contemplation.
""To beautiful women. May we never forget them."
Minto downs his drink, and Hermy takes a hearty swallow from his.
Shuffling into the noisey inn, Tynk stops short of hanging his fur on the rack to find it way overstacked. He then turns his attention to finding a table, noding to any in the bar who notices him. Tynk can tell he is a little late as most have already shown up.
There are no open spaces to sit, so he instead begins looking for any he knows. It seems though, most are indulged in their own social knits and he stands in the middle of the common room at a loss.
.oO(Um...)
He is bumped by a busy waitress from behind. Mumbling a shy appology to the busy woman he shuffles to the side and bumbs into a seated patron. Shyly he stammers another appology and makes his way to an area, although still crowed, has less flow of traffic.
.oO(Hm...perhaps I should go back to my studdies...)
The boy stays a while and looks over the crowed, noticing many he recognizes and many odd people he does not.
.oO(The atmosphere is too charged with positive energies to leave.)
Tynk spots an elven women relinquish her spot nearby at the bar and he moves quickly to take it. After a few minutes, a very busy Kannan asks his request.
"A bottle of wine please...just one glass."
Kannan says nothing but raises an eyebrow as he turns to quickly meat the request and that of many others. Soon enough though his drink is brought and the boy nurses the wine for quite some time alone.
He applauds at the many performances and is quite taken by the diversity of the mid-winter gathering. Soon enough, between the wine and the skilled performances, Tynk is light of heart.
He raises his last glass to Minto's toast and cheers along as he finishes it with a mild grimace. Then he looks around again and time slows for him. So many smiling faces...so much cheer...and Minto's toast is realized by at least one in the bustling bar.
A Gnome passing buy is selling exquisite roses for a few coppers and Tynk buys a white one. He turns his attention to the flower...casting a mild spell to change it's color.
Paying for his drink, he moves from his place and heads twards a pair of good frineds. Not wanting to interupt, he comes behind Anaya, noding to Codrian, and drops the rose on the table in front of her, leaning down to wisper in her ear.
"It is days like these that call for a declaration of friendships and a want for the merryment of them."
Stands back up.
"Codrian, I didn't know you could dance." ;)
Without awaiting a reply Tynk heads to the onyl empty space left in the bar, the stage.
Your friend Kai has a temper on him.
Smiling his boyish smile he clears his throat and begins...
"We dine among heros today, the littlest and largest ones. I am honored to be here and hope what color I may add can add to the merryment we now share. I assure you though, the compliments are illusions and will not harm you."
[i]Mubling a few words and a motion he bows his head and closes his eyes as four images of himself slide to his rear flanks, each acting as he does.
"I will tell a tale, though I am not a common spinner. This story is about a boy trying to become a man and how his intentions, although good, may lead to destructive outcomes if he lets his own desires cloud his judgement.
You see..."
He and his reflections take a small un-locked chest and place it on the stool in front of him, but only the real box shows once the real him releases it.
"...he traveled with many heros. He wanted to be one so, dreaming of it as he slept and waking to think of how it could be done. This was unfortunate, for it caused him trouble. His want to be seen as a hero was more important than his need to act like one."
The lid to the chest opens by itself.
"Mistakes he did make, and almost died many times. He was never able to contribute to his companions when faced with a problem, be it natural or foe."
As he continues a thin cloth spun of a silver color floats out of the box.
"But as I said he traveled with many heros, and he was given the light of a paladine, the hart of a warrior maiden, the nurture of a wilder-elf, the heart of a little hero..."
The closest to the stage can see a tear form but not drop from the many Tynks.
"...the faith of a priestess, the deciveness of an elven knight, the strength of a pack-brother, the stoutness of a dwarf's axe, the wisdom of a wise-wanderer, and all of these plus more to learn from. He needed their example."
"He wanted so to be like them...to be looked a with respect and fondness recieved by one who has earned it. He was torn..."
With a quick motion a dagger passes through the thin-cloth and it is severed in two.
"...between his desire to be a hero and his inability to not always have the right answer when given the chance to prove it."
"He learned though, first, that being a hero is not easy..."
He takes some slow steps back as he speaks to give a little room at the front of the stage, the two cloths poised in mid-air.
"...then came a light he did witnessed that taught him well."
An image materializes in the very front of the stage of a man dressed in shinning full-plate that some may just recognize as one in the bar now. The image lets out a call to Agathalos and raises the sword high, where light strikes down to the sword and flashes in it's arch as it is brought to strike. Then the image disappears.
"From that day forward the boy stopped trying to be a hero and started trying to make a difference."
Walks back to the cloth and reaches under and in-between the two halfs.
"And his heart was made whole again."
Much like the use of a zipper, Tynk pinches the two halves together between his fingers at the top and runs them down, making it whole as he does.
"Time went on and the boy still wasn't quite content, for he still did not have the answers he was looking for."
The cloth spins slowly.
"He found himself again with true heros, this time in a castle of darkness. Here he learned that the answers were always there...it was the questions that mattered, for they are where the answers flowed from."
"And for the first real time he truly contributed, and he began to grow."
More images materialize, and a total of nine Tynks stand on the stage. Holding his palm up small butterflies made of a yellow light begin to fly from him and all his reflections. More and more fly out until all about the room they fly, dozens and dozens of them.
"And now the boy is on the road to manhood, and he knows the road last a full lifetime."
The butterflies sparkle out one by one as the cloth settles back into the box and the lid closes.
"No longer does he want to be a hero...or be praised as one. He has true friends in the heros he has journeyed with and who he has yet to. Those are what he fights for..."
One by one the reflections disapear as well, and the box floats to the boys hands which he places away.
"And those are what he would die for..."
The horrific image of the gapping open-maw of a red dragon passes through the wall behind the boy wizard as if to swallow him. In fact, it does swallow him as the boy bows his head and closes his eyes with both hands grasping his multi-wooden staff. It's breath can be smelt throughout the room as it echos.
But a faint light shines through the dragon's teeth which grows brighter and brighter. After a moment the light builds to a flash and when it clears there is nothing besides and empty stool on the stage.
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OoC: Order of casting...
Mirror image, Open/close, Mage hand, Major Image, Mending, Mirror Image, Dancing lights, Dancing lights, Mage hand, Major Image, Invisibility.
"Is this seat taken, and would I be intruding?"
*she lowers her head as a yellow rose is placed in front of her and she turns her head when Tynk speaks in her ear*
*before she can say anything back..he is up on the stage and she watches his magic show..and of his tale*
*she smiles and applauds with the rest of the crowd and is about to drink when she hears quiet footsteps behind her and she turns her head just as Tynk materializes out of thin air*
You know....it is rude to sneak up on people...
*she smiles as she takes a drought from her honey ale*
Of course you are not intruding and yes you can sit there if you would like to.
*she smiles again the sparkle more bright in her eyes as the candle dances in front of her on the table*
"Had I materialized anywhee else in this packed place I may have been rendered unconscious by someone I don't know."
Takes the indicated seat and nods to the man.
"Good to see you Codrian! It seems as though you are enjoying the break from our roghtine at the shop?"
"Although, have you heard weather Nat's gonna show? She is so busy lately."
Nods to the man's reply.
"I thought as well."
There is a comfortable pause, then he leans back.
"Did you both enjoy the show? I hope I fit in at least at the bottom of tonight's list of great performers...that would be a compliment indeed..."
Leans in to wisper...
"Except that elf's speech about elven culture...I think I know more them him about his people, hehe."
If he keeps calling himself a 'boy,' he'll always be treated as one.
And I can't understand why he studies at the Hightower, he obviously wants to be an entertainer, not a wizard.
She takes a deep drink of her tea, and looks sheepishly at her companions.
Really, he's lucky neither Master Kotov nor Master Cione are here to see that... 'show.' They wouldn't, I think, take kindly to it.
You've all been enjoying the magnificent roast boar, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the mighty hunters that provided it!
Enthusiastic applause follows, with shouts of 'Hear, hear!'
Tagg, Boirin, Maelut, Angelique... come collect your reward! Oh, and folks, I'd like to also point out that Maelut, here, is also the cook, so if you're wondering about those excellent seasonings, he's your man.
When the group joins Eric, he hands them each 10gp.
Thank you all, you're fine hunters -- and a fine cook! This is more than I'd normally pay for boar, but consider it a Midwinter gifting, as well. You've earned it!
There is more applause and whistles, and Eric waves to the crowd, shouting, 'Last call, ale is on the house, this round!'
"Thank you very much, it's unnecessary but much appreciated."
He turns to the crowd.
"Any of you that would like some more of my cooking, please come visit me at Nobody's Inn."
With this, Maelut reveals a massive cake that he has been working on in the kitchen. Using some of the magical power that he has been reserving, he makes the trails of icing glow with alternating colors. He takes out a bottle with a little brandy in it and pours it over the cake, using his magic to light it on fire. The result is a towering cake with multi-colored flames that slowly subside as the alcohol burns off.
"A gift to the feast, a cake my family has made for generations, enhanced with the talents that my new friend Angelique has helped me develop. Enjoy!"
OoC:Using prestidigitation cast earlier to effect some little tricks. If its duration expired, then I'll cast it again before I go out to receive the gold.
*after the gold exchanges hands, she gasps in appreciation at the cake and her eyes light up with happiness for the first time that night. Blushing at the mention of her name by Maelut, she addresses him
It's so pretty! How do you make things like that?
*from the stage she now can see Kywyn and NaShae, sitting with someone else in a booth, and without waiting for Maelut's answer she moves over to Kywyn's booth. Stoppign a few feet short of it, she curtsies to the group
Do you mind if I speak with you for a few moments? I don't mind leaving if there is a better time to talk.
"The recipe has been in my family for generations, I've known it since I was a child. I wouldn't feel right telling you the details, but I can tell you that the main parts of it are..."
His voice trails off as he notices that she has disappeared off to somewhere else.
"Excuse me."
He wanders up and gets his reward and snags a peice of cake. After taking a bite
"Maelut great cake, and boar!"
"Were you speaking to me?" he asks quietly.
Catching the end of her curtsy, Kywyn rises slightly.
"So formal," he comments.
His words come out evenly.
"We can talk. Now or later."
"You made this cake as well? You're quite the speedy foodsmith."
As the applause subsides he hurriedly gets his plate and carves out a hefty chunk of cake and adds it to the dish.
.oO( Even if I don't get drunk this food will probably subdue me in the morning anyway. )
Balancing the plate somewhat hecticallyback to the table he sets it down with a thud and a rattle. Sitting down he begins to set to work again. After attacking the carrots he takes a brief stop to strategize.
.oO( Carrots first, then boar, thenn roast beef?)
.oO( No, no, that's no good. You forgot the bread.)
.oO( Ah ok. I'll take a bite of bread in between each.)
.oO( How about finish the roast beef, carrots, then boar?)
.oO(Elves.... I guess they just don't know how to eat like we dwarfs.)
*Aramil chuckles some and then gets up and goes over to the elf's table.
"You know the food won't bite ye."
*Aramil chuckles some.
"Mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all. Dinner is always nicer when with company than alone."
"My name's Tagg. And you?"
Keeping his eye on Aramil he slowly takes his fork and jabs a bite of roast beef and inserts it in his mouth and begins chewing.
"Me name is Aramil Dunskar of the SSAG. Nice meeting ye Tagg."
*He extends his hand for a handshake.
.oO( He might be able to give me some information as well. )
"Likewise, Aramil."
Taking a drink of water he begins to to assault the roast beef again, shrinking the portion to a wee slice. After swallowing it he turns to Aramil again.
"Actually, this food did bite me. Tried to at least."
He pokes at the slice of boar meat with his fork.
"So how do ye like Garics Tagg?"
"Good enough.."
.oO( How can he eat roast beef so quickly? )
"I have a place to stay at least.."
.oO(
)"...by Mrs. Weatherby's. Maybe you've heard of her boarding house?"
.oO( Do all dwarves eat like that....? )
He begins to poke at the rest of the meat and finishes the slice of roast beef, watching Aramil curiously.
"Yes I have heard of it, never been there meself, but I've heard of it."
"Well seeing that you do some hutin' what kind of weapons do ye use?"
"Well, I used a short sword on this particular occasion. I brought a shortbow along but didnt get a chance to use it. The boars kinda came up outta nowhere and were right in our faces. Actually we had been tracking deer but then these boars presented themselves and scared the deer away."
He takes a bite of bread, then begins on the carrot as according to his prelaid plan.
*Aramil drinks some more of his ale.
"So I hear that ye want to join the SSAG. Well seeing that ye killed this here I'm sure that ye will get in fine."
He takes another bite of bread.
"By the way, how did you know I was trying to gain admission?"
*Aramil drinks more of his ale, draining the rest of it. He sets it down and says.
"Well then I'm sure ye will find another way to get in. Do ye have any type of skill that the SSAG might find of use?"
He finishes the rest of the carrots with a large mouthful. He downs it with a mighty gulp and drinks some more of the water.
"I was talking to Minto earlier on this same subject."
"...He's the fellow that performed all those songs about Hermy and whatnot."
"He said that helping save some halflings from goblins may also be considered a deed to the city. I plan to stop by there with my companions during that feat and perhaps determine how far that can get me some time soon."
*He goes back to his food and after he finishes he belches and then whipes his mouth again with his beard.
"Well that was a fine meal. I haven't had that fine of a meal for a long time. Although Volos' cooking ain't that bad."
*He chuckles some.
"Well I wish that I could come along with ye Tagg but I really want to finish me axe."
"A refill on the water please."
The waitress nods and takes the empty glass and goes to fill it up again. She returns after a couple moments.
"Thanks."
She nods and hurries off to fulfill other people's requests.
.oO( Hm.. Maelut sure did a good job on this seasoning. )
"Weapons and armor, eh? I'll keep that in mind, although I curently don't have the gold or need for any more weapons at the time."
He watches him wipe his mouth with his beard.
.oO(
)He looks down again to his plate and starts at the beef again.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
There is more applause and whistles, and Eric waves to the crowd, shouting, 'Last call, ale is on the house, this round!'
Minto rushes to the bar to get another for himself and one more for Hermy.
He gives a bit of advice to Kannan. "Whatever you do, don't give those young terrors of Hermy any ale."
"They're bad enough just drinking milk."
Minto carries his two mugs back to Hermy and hands him one.
"I think coming to the party was a very good idea. You seem a bit happier. I think I even saw you smile once or twice."
"I was starting to get a little worried."
"I'm glad you've cheered up. Brooding doesn't really suitew you to well."
"Best to leave it to the proffesionals."
"Like Kywyn."
Minto nudges Hermy, Hermy looks at him for a brief second and then takes a swallow of his ale.
Originally posted by Scheherazade
There is more applause and whistles, and Eric waves to the crowd, shouting, 'Last call, ale is on the house, this round!'[/FONT]
Never pass on free drinks, shoots through Joseph's head, but he pinches himself under the table to chase the thought away. Joseph sees the food placed on the counter. "Just a moment," the bard says as he goes to retrieve the food.
He serves it from her right. And then places his own plate down before retaking his seat.
"What is the wine like at Nobody's Inn?"
Never a good idea to talk about girls with other girls. At least not if you want to keep breathing.
She puts a hand on his hand. "I think I might be able to get a bottle of elven wine from Kannan. If I tell him it's for my father."
She squeezes his hand. "And you can tell me all about how the dangers you faced coming here."
"I'm sure it's very interesting."
"I know how to appreciate a good performer."
She stands up and heads to bar. After a brief discussion with the bartender, she returns to the table with a bottle of wine.
"It's not elvish. But it's still good."
Elise starts walking towards the door. She calls back. "Well? Are you coming?"
Enjoy tonight... for tomorrow you must find a new place to stay, Joseph thinks. "Of course."
.o0(I'll see her back at the Inn, and I'm sure she'll be fine with this many nice people around.)
The cook gathers up his gear from the closet, and wraps some of the food to take back to the Inn for himself. This done, he waves to the thinning crowd, and heads back to the Inn.
[Exit, pursued by a bear.] (Shakespeare reference)
[To Elsewhere]
"Sometimes I forget that he isn't my friend. It isn't much more than a buisness arrangement. He's too dangerous to be my friend."
Lucian applauds the rest of the performers greatfully.
Yes I believe you would...
*she stiffles a giggle and watches the procedings on the stage and smiles when she sees an elven bard*
.oO(She's the one from the market and I believe that is her human friend as well...)
.oO(Never would beleive that she would be one to go on a hunting trip with a group of humans....)
*she shrugs mentally and takes another drought of her ale*
"Well if ye keep up the good huntin' i'm sure ye'll be able to afford a nice new weapon sooner or later. And I'm sorry but I must be going, nice meeting with ye Tagg, and I hope to see ye in teh future."
*He stands up bows and then heads back to the SSAG.
.oO(It would have been nice if Gamis could have joined me, but I suppose matters at the Jackals were worse than he thought.)
He watches Aramil depart and finishes his meal uneventfully. He stands up and starts to walk towards the door but as his stomach catches up with him he sits back down and watches the performances for another hour or so before departing.
As he walks outside it is early morning, the sky still fairly black, winter seeing to that. Tagg slowly walks back to teh boarding house to get some rest after the long day and heavy meal.
to Weatherby Boarding House
Originally posted by JosephKell
Joseph stands up and walks over to Elise.
Enjoy tonight... for tomorrow you must find a new place to stay, Joseph thinks. "Of course."
Elise takes Joseph's hand and leads him out the door.
"Come on, I don't want Eric to see me leaving with a customer."
"Where are we going?" Joseph askes quietly.
Elise half drags Joseph down the late night/early morning street.
"I feel so scandelous. Running off to a shady inn with a perfect stranger."
She smiles as she says this, but Joseph can't shake the feeling that she is hiding something.
Please make your next post in the Elsewhere thread.
Originally posted by Kywyn
Hearing a feminine voice, Kywyn turns his head to see Angelique.
"Were you speaking to me?" he asks quietly.
Catching the end of her curtsy, Kywyn rises slightly.
"So formal," he comments.
His words come out evenly.
"We can talk. Now or later."
*stepping a little closer, she inclines her head slightly to Kywyn, then greets Silis and NaShae. Not recognizing Miriellle, she bows to her before addressing Kywyn
If you do not mind me correcting you, polite is a better term. Formal can mean stiff, or unwilling to acknowledge a higher status. Polite is nicer, and respect an even better word. Respect for an elder, or perhaps one more learned, or even one appreciated for wise sayings, it is valuable. Respect is much too lacking, not enough people understand the way it can turn a bad situation into a good one. Perhaps when talking with a magistrate, or seeking employment, asking for directions anything like that, respect is a powerful if not indispensable term. I don't think my actions were formal, perhaps just polite and respectful.
*she removes the puppet from her pack, and hands it to Kywyn, but speaks to NaShae
I hope this brings a smile to your eyes, and to your son's.
*stepping back and bowing again to Mirielle as she leaves, Angeliqué quickly looks around as best she can to see if she can spot Maelut, and failing to do so, turns back to the table
I would have brought it by this morning, but I was taken hunting. A bad decision in hindsight, but perhaps also some benefit came from it.
Kywyn takes the puppet carefully and lets his eyes wander over its features.
"It's great, thank you. You are very skilled."
After letting NaShae examine the puppet, Kywyn turns to place it in his knapsack slouching against his chair. Kywyn's hand brushes against something small within the contents, something wrapped away. He brings up the deck of reading cards.
He looks at them a moment, churning through thoughts before lifting his gaze to Angeliqué.
"You said you went hunting?" Kywyn asks.
Perhaps I should correct myself now, as I wasn't hunting, merely tagging along. Probably to the others dissapointment also. I cannot use a bow, or track an animal, or prepare the meat. Until today I had never seen an animal attack someone in anger, and it shocked me. I had never seen a person bleed from a wound either, it was a traumatic experience. Perhaps I have learnt my lesson and will leave hunting to hunters, and stick to what I am good at.
You weren't taught to use a bow? I thought all elves were taught to use a bow, at the least.
*she tilts her head, curiously at the bard*
Yes, the Ranielina also teach every child to use a bow, but I refused all lessons. A bow is designed to hunt with, but too often it is used to hunt people, not animals. This is not correct, and I believe firmly in pacifism, therefore I refused all manner of training that could be used to harm others. It has not hindered me in any way, nor will it ever hinder me. If anything, it is liberating and joyous.
A jester, a fool, an entertainer dressed in motley. He appears to be dancing and juggling two stars which are encircled by the symbol for infinity. There are large ships on waves far in background.
"Always trying to make the pieces fit," he rebukes himself, though he could hear his familiar speaking as well.
Kywyn questions Angelique gently, but his words come out like rocks falling atop one another.
"Where do you come from?"
We, being the Ranielina are nomads in the elven lands. I would have thought this more common knowledge, as they are known for their entertainers. So I am not from anywhere specifically, just a traveller for now.
*she glances at his hands, wonders what he is shuffling through
But what if someone attacks and tries to kill you?
He pauses while listening to NaShae's question.
Noticing Angeliqué's glance, he overturns the tarot card for her to see.
"Images," he whispers.
*she glances at the image, entranced by the jester's clothing and holds her hand out
Do you mind if I looked at that? It's an interesting image, I have not seen an image like that before.
Then you will not be around long. Life is far too dangerous to take that attitude, especially when you have something to live for.
"Life is conflict," Kywyn says.
*she accepts the card, and examines the image, and the words spoken with the transfer
A wise person will keep the conflict verbal, that way no one will die and no regrets shall happen. Too many people rush headlong into a battle without first negotiating.
*rubbing the face of the card she smiles and hands it back
"You believe in something. I can get that."
He senses words won't change what one believes in.
"Peace and destiny, right?"
*smiles lightly and takes another sip from her wine
Life doesn't work that way. Some people will attack or kill you for no reason other than that they want to.
Kywyn speaks in a lower voice.
"Consider carefully who you share your views with. Most won't share that view with you."
"Idealist," Kywyn tests out the word in his mind. That's the word he was looking for.
*she stops a passing waitress and hands her the half-full wine glass
Yes, I would like to live to be an old lady, but I understand that radicals seldom do that. And yes, I do understand that people will not share my views, as many people make money from war or crime. However, I feel it proper to tell people if they ask me, regardless of consequences. Who knows, they might even be impressed, though it is not likely.
I wasn't speaking of bandits, though there are those. And speaking to them will not work. They want to kill you. It's your decision to let them.
*shrugs*
There are people who do not listen to reason. Who cannot understand what you would want to make them see. And they will be the death of you.
"Enough trouble has found us that we are probably among those that can't share your view," Kywyn comments with a hint of a smirk.
"But it makes for good conversation."
He takes a sip of his cooling tea.
"What of monsters? Those things incapable of anything but what they know like NaShae mentioned?"
*noticing the pinpoints glowing under Kywyn's cloak, she starts then steps away slightly, not sure as to what being they belong. Interlocking her fingers nervously, she wishes she hadn't given the drink back, if nothing than to have something in her hands
In a way you can accpet my view, because you do not wish to kill me for being different, or perhaps stupid to your thinking. This tells me that you are intelligent enough to be able to rationalise what I say, and accept that it can work, just as I can accept that your path will work for you.
"A friend."
"And we all have our path to see to, it seems," Kywyn agrees.
Hello little one. You startled me...
*she stops when she realizes she is talking to a frog, and blushes slightly, chiding herself silently
Speaking of following, I think I have lost my shield, so I should probably go look for him. It's getting late or early and I should probably get going. Thank you for your time, and I hope you have a safe trip.
*she bows and then turns into the thinning crowd, searching for Maelut. After asking a few of the remaining people about him, she determines he has gone, and sets off home
"Good evening.. I would very much like to discuss some matters with you.."
Ulerian's eyes glint in the low lights as he watches the two for a response.
.oO(Oh well, there's always tomorrow...)
*He strolls out of the LLI, lugging his bag of stuff in his left hand, and his axe slung over his right shoulder*
.oO(Oh well, there's always tomorrow...)
*He strolls out of the LLI, lugging his bag of stuff in his left hand, and his axe slung over his right shoulder*
Of course. What would you like to talk about?
Kannan if you wouldn't mind could I take the boar home with me instead?
*he nods and cuts of several slices of the roast and wraps it in some cloth for her*
Thankyou Kannan.
*she hands him the payment for the meat and her ales adding a couple silver to the tab for Kannan and heads back to the table*
Sorry to cut this short but it is getting late and I need to get up early in the morning.
*she says goodbye to Tynk and Codrian..grabbing her pack and then leaves the inn*
When the cloaked figure approaches, Kywyn nods.
"Ulerian, right?"
"Yes.. and you are Kywyn."
"What could I do for you?" Kywyn asks, some cautiousness in his tone.
Ulerian leans forward and places his hand on the table. "I would like to further discuss our previous subjects"
Kywyn shifts his chair so there is room at the table.
"Something in particular?" he asks quietly.
Ulerian sits and crosses his arms over his staff in his lap
"You know what I seek correct. Whether wisely or not, I revealed that in our meeting"
"I have an inkling."
"Yes.. I have a feeling you may be able to aid me in that 'quest'. You have extensive experience do you not? In methods concerning certian aspects of magic."
"I've said in the past that I don't believe in magic," he says to Ulerian.
"It's a matter or perspective. But it's possible I've seen some things you speak of."
"Yes.. you see, I do not want to waste time with ones I think might be advantageous. You of course only know what you know, but that its self is a step."
He pauses and stares intensely.
"I want to know before hand.. "
"That is a strange request... but I suppose logical from your point of view."
"I can tell you a little. I don't know myself what limits exist. It's a living thing, the permutations that allow such abilities."
"Do you have specific questions? I should tell you definite answers aren't something I'm good with."
"Specifics..no. Not of yet.. I think however this is not the place.. perhaps somewhere a bit more controlled, and private would serve us better."
"Yes. Not the Hightower, though. If you have theories on the energies involved I may be interested to hear what you have to say in exchange for some... perspective?"
Kywyn glance to NaShae then back to the wizard.
"I will be away for a time. But later on we could talk again."
Ulerian Nods
"Do you fear the Hightower? "
"That is where I stay.. you may reach me there when your time is your own."
"Not particularly... but there are better places."
"When the time comes, then."
"Yes until then."
Ulerian stands and walks out of the inn