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 Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 12:53 pm
"This is the saddest excuse for ale I have ever tasted!"
The barkeep looked up from his task to see a slightly tall, slender man with grass-stained leathers and a huge shock of dark brown hair point an accusing mug at him. He was swaying from side to side and eyed him with an expression of religious disbelief and abhorrence.
"You, dear sir, should be strung up from the nearest tree, and then dunked in a barrel of your own vile ale which assuredly will dissolve the very flesh from your bones! The sale, nay, even the free gift of such a putrid brew is an affront to the gods of Ale themselves!!"
A short pause.
"Ya wants another?"
"That I do."
Several nearby people just fell out of their chairs, groaning. It was always the same, the young man had come in here, ever since he turned of age, and would drink, and drink..and then seemingly start to ramble on and on, starting fights with anyone and anything, including the barkeep's cat. It was such an odd departure, and one that was amusing, considering that when sober, the young man was as quiet as a mouse.
"It would be appreciated if you were to drown yourself in your next pint, because I'm sick of your bellowing," commented the young man's companion, a small slight woman sitting with her back to the wall, giving her friend a look that would set the fear of the more violent gods into most men.
He lifted his newly filled mug and glanced to her. "Dohwa, you shame me. You haven't even downed your first cup of this bilge," He turned to her with a smug grin, set a lightly shod foot on the chair nearest to where she was sitting and leaned heavily towards her. "It really pains me to have a friend who doesn't know the joy of the enchanted brews. It is true magic, I say, true to the earth, true to the soul! The crafts of any of the mages in this city are but a sham, a trick, a hollow gesture compared to the mystic delights of even this billious brew." He gripped the mug warmly with both hands and leaned closer, "It is a magic that overcomes the horro of its reality, the vileness of its bitterness, the repugnance of its putridity and transports you to a plane of utter rapturence where true bliss is found!"
She wrinkled her nose and recoiled from his tirade, or more precisely his breath. "I really hate when you drink, did you know that Vahn? I much prefer when you don't say anything and just sulk. And please, don't breath on me...If this is magic, it's of the offensive sort."
Vahn leaned back and laughed heartily, no...drunkenly. With a flourish, he emptied the mug, wiped his mouth on his armlet, and set off to needle the barkeeper for more.
Dohwa gave him a withering look. In the many months they had spent training together as Paiges, her urge to beat his arse soundly had not diminshed with time. Their pairing was the result of an odd twist of fate and circumstance had given her little say in her choice of partners, as the Academy made 'teams' of all the current trainees, vying for the next level, in their goal of Knighthood. At least his usually quiet nature, determination and strength made training a lot more easier. She was just as tough if nto more so than he was, but the average task or mission tended to judge her easy prey and proving the error of this was tiring and messy.
Vahn returned with yet another full mug and planted himself solidly in the chair his foot had been on moments ago, with a loud creak. He breathed deeply, brought the mug to his lips, and drained the cup with a long, noisy draft.
Averting her eyes from his rather brutish consumption of ale she looked at he rown mug, of which she had barely consumed half of its contents. Even this small amount of drink was having its effect on her. She felt a pleasent, calming warmth in her cheeks. The smoky haze of the common room, the flickering sunlight, the dancing shadows from the darkened corners of the room, and the noisy drone of conversation...
Vahn belched loudly and triumphantly planted the empty mug on the rough table with a heavy bang. She wondered if his immense sadness, or relative lack of brain matter allowed him to drink so much. She quietly wished he would go away.
"Ahhh, much better," he said, leaning against the wall making himself comfortable. He turned his head and cocked an eye at her. "You seem to be in a fine mood, as usual."
She didn't turn her head to look at him. "My mood is not now, nor is it ever, any of your business."
He chuckled. "Yer a rotten excuse for a woman, Dohwa." he proclaimed, leaning forward to look her up and down with a critical eye. "Aye, pathetic. Ya don't even have the womanly parts. More like a little girl with pigtails than a real woman. You might at least smile once in a while, like a proper woman." He smiled smugly, hsi breath laced with alcohol as he leaned back, oblivious to anything, as being drunk usually made one.
For a brief moment, all heads simply hung in unison. That was before the fist was sent hurtlign towards his jaw, sending his body flying literally across the room, and towards an offensive corner, where several figures sat, but were more interested in the pweter mugs before them than anything else in the room. That is, anything else until, Vahn came tumbling into their table.
Dohwa blinked, watching as Vahn sat himself up squarely in the middle of the startled drinkers. She couldn't hear what was being said, but stared dumbly, shaking her head as she saw him give a thunderous call for more ale and laughed heartily, throwing his arm about the neck of the nearest seated drinker. The man seemed to stare blankly...
Dohwa had already walked outside, and was leaned against the far gate, staring at the entrance to the Tavern, the two massive doors propped open wide, being as they were only closed at night, and it usualy took about 4 men to close it, and open it. Her belongings, as well as Vahn's were on the ground at her feet. She wasn't too surprised to see Vahn get escorted out, and told plainly to 'Get yer arse back to training'. He glumly agreed, feeling the fun already over...sighing as he scratched at the back of his neck...the alcohol but a dim buzz in his head now.
"That place was boring..and the ale was bad." He said, catching her mocking gaze at him.
"You say that all the time..." She said, shaking her head as she sighed, taking hold of her pig tails in one hand.
"Well...the day's just starting..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 1:17 pm
Not long after Kadoria's encounter with them, Tiel found herself nearly bowled over by a horse behaving as a small child did, weaving in and out of the crowds like it was a game. She was so startled by the beast's passing that she overbalanced, the chair she was carrying dragging her body toward it and the stones of the market square. Fortunately, the chair was sturdy and did not break from its impact with the stones or Tiel's growing body falling across it. Tiel, unfortunately much less wooden, suffered a nasty bruise in her side where the edge of the chair was driven into it by the fall.
As she gathered her wits again, the dark-haired westerner stared openly at the horse's rider...riders, she soon saw. The young nobleman, cause there could be no doubt that's what he was by the clothes he was wearing, was holding onto a girl who seemed around Tiel's own age.
Seyumi Kaikou, Tiel realized, remembering her father's description of the Shogun's family. The rider must be one of her brother's...he's too richly dressed to be a bodyguard. It had long been Father's opinion that one should always know who was who when it came to nobility; it was unwise to be ignorant of those who had power over you. Though the Shogun had no direct power over the westerners of Laburnum city, he did have many many people loyal to him...and it was unlikely that anyone would choose to intervene if he decided some westerner had offended him. Not that Tiel ever thought this had happened; her father had simply used the scenario to frighten her into memorizing the descriptions of the noble families.
Seeing Seyumi dressed in less than ornate garb made Tiel feel better about her own clothing. Her father was constantly trying to get her to wear things the daughter of a wealthy carpenter could afford without being mistaken for nobility...fancy dresses and the like. But if the Shogun's daughter didn't need to wear them, neither did Tiel. She could go on wearing the simple, bright-colored tunics and hide pants that she loved, and never ever be bothered to put on something nicer when company came to the dinner table.
((*gives people a chance to notice her falling on top of a chair, even though she doubts anyone realistically will*))
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 3:02 pm
((Who Farren? There's no Farren here! sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 5:12 pm
He had been loitering there, for a good hour now, his chin resting on his knuckles. At first Dohwa had been content to be out of the Tavern, getting Vahn away from the drinks, and before he went and got himself into some sort of trouble. She had wanted to be assured of a nice soft bed, and maybe even a bath today, as she felt a need for one almost daily, being around him all day, and thought his antics might spoil their chances.
He had promptly responded casually that she could share his bedding and bath. She twitched for a moment, before excusing herself and stomping off into the crowds. He merely stared after her, wondering what exactly he had said wrong.
That was an hour ago.
His legs swung lazily, back and forth, from the small section of gating he sat upon, that fenced off the river from the bank, so no wandering toddler's would go and drown themselves or something ridiculous. A long, almost thin item lay fully clothed and wrapped in what looked like bandages across his neck, his arms promptly hooked over it, make a make-shift brace of sorts.
"Aye, a slow day indeed...too slow for my liking." He said dryly, wondering when Dohwa was going to come back, and if Victor was actually going to make an appearence at some point. He hadn't seen his 'brother' in over two weeks now, ever since he went for that 'extra' training in the Plains. "Special training...feh. I could have used the special training....He's probaly just wactching animals do it or something. Blast him."
He sighed, leaning his head up...
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 6:16 pm
The waitress returned with the rum and water, smiling despite some of the more drunken clientele leering and shouting at her.
Here ya are, rum and water.
Thanks. Um, what sort of food do you have here?
We've got some soups, various forms of beef...
Hm, i'll take some chicken soup, and a steak for Snow here.
Ok, i'll get those for you. Need any help with the map?
Nah, but thanks though.
No problem.
She smiled and went off to the kitchen. Meanwhile Farren lowered the water bowl to Snow, then took a swig of his rum. He kept studying the map, and he wasn't going to be satisfied until he knew this city better than he knew Ravenfall.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 6:29 pm
A step taken out of the door leading into his home would result in a wide array of sounds assaulting Aasimar. The small home was build within the center of the city, only a few cities over from the market district. Thus the streets were often crowded with people moving to and fro about their daily lives. The shoulder bag would be hoisted onto his shoulder to hang halfway down his back. It was not really all that heavy, just annoying to carry without more strenght put behind it. This way it would not slow the bards movements any as he wove his path through the crowds present in the streets. His appearance was quite average at best when compared to some of those around him. People clothed in the ornate robes of the East. Knights marching by covered head to toe in their heavy armor. None of these people really concerned Aasimar that much. Growing up within the city left one a bit jaded, accustomed to the various customs built up around them.
It was still too loud upon the streets though. Thus it would be a sort of blessing as Aasimar found himself slipping within the doors of a tavern. He did not drink, at least not the strong ale offered in a place such as this. Wine was the greatest his body would let him handle before rebelling against his control. To get sick, or drunken, only a few hours before his preformance would have been horrid. There was not really that much of intereast within the place. The usual people sitting at tables somberly, even more having lost all sign of intelligence in their drunken state. The bard felt very much out of place within this setting, yet he would march towards the barkeep regardless. Upon reaching the bar he would wait while the keep worked on a customer. Yet the wait would not be long. The man was obviously skilled at moving about the bar quickly. Only a minutes wait would be taken before the man approached Aasimar, an empty glass being cleaned within his hands.
"What do you want to drink?"
The man's tone was blunt to say the least about it. Yet Aasimar just stared at the barkeep's eyes vaguely, slipping into his performance group of emotions. It was not that hard of a task to find work. Make people convinced that you are important and they will beleive you so. Make them beleive you are famous, they will think it so. Despite Aasimar having a good deal of fame as a bard attached to his name, he still fell back on this old technique far too often for his liking. "I am doining a series of preformances while in this city. As a very accomplished storyteller, stories of the likes to cause the very blood to stir, I thought to ask if you wished for my services?" The tone Aasimar threw out was blunt, very much so indeed. It was more as if he were demanding the man give him a job. Obviously this worked though as the man simply looked the bard up and down.
"What do'yah charge?"
At this point it was obvious the man wanted to be elsewhere, back to taking care of his paying customers. Yet he would have been a fool to pass up the offer of entertainment for his customers. Bards were highly sought after in taverns. Their songs, music, and tales of ancient lore brought in more customers then most taverns could hold. Even more so when the bard was accomplished at his or her art. The persona that Aasimar worked so hard to emit reflected this, even his voice as he handed off a response second-hand. "Do not worry about paying me, I am here to practice. If I may use your backroom to change out of these garmets into my suit?" Aasimar barely waited for a response to his question. Almost as soon as it was out of his mouth the man nodded, waving his hand towards the room in question. Aasimar did not even have to see the wave to know where it was, his feet already carrying him there. Behind him the bard heard the barkeep announce to the room that entertainment had arrived, the feeling of eyes present upon Aasimar's back as he slipped into the backroom.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 7:24 pm
Stryphe He wheeled around on his heel so that if he wanted to, he could have kept on walking as he had been, only towards the older looking boy. Who Icarus guessed was addressing him. "'Lo," He forced out, slightly intimidated by the taller one. His voice didn't show it though, he kept that hidden the best he could. He didn't want to be held up, so, he made a bold move and said beckoned the older one towards him, "come, walk and talk." He turned around and resumed his march. Himmley smiled warmly to the boy when he said h ello, but tilted his head in confusion when he walked away. Even children where busy these days? He shook his head and jumped a bit shocked at the tone of the boy. He quickly catched and walked beside, obviously this kid was more mature than others. Maybe he was someone improtnat, maybe this was the start of his adventure. His stomached growled reminding him his adventure wouldn't start till he got himself some food somehow. He turned to look at the little boy once more before speaking "My names Himmley whats yours and what are you doing out here all by yourself?" He tried to sound polite and he was preety sure he had been. Himmley had a problem with asking questions, he seemed to always ask the wrongs at the wrong times and more than once it had landed him in trouble. But what kind of trouble could he get from a little kid?
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 9:17 pm
Mercedes St. Croix, a Sage of Darkness, moved easily through the city. Her pale blonde, almost platinum white locks had many small braids on the sides that were drawn up into a bun on the back of her head. There were pearls on silver strings laced in among the braids with 5 strings hanging down from the bun, ending in teardrop shaped pearls. The rest of her white-gold hair cascaded behind her with the pearl strings in a style that gave many passerby the impression that she was an elf. Her piercing blue eyes were a deep and vibrant shade that seemed to pulsate with an electric current. Her movements were graceful and sweeping, the black traveling cloak accenting her movement. Beneath the black cloak, she wore a black dress with silver and deep purple accents.
She led her dark grey horse easily through the streets, people unconsciously moving out of her way. She spotted the main tavern of the city and crossed over the little bridge to get to it. As she approached, she noticed a rather handsome young man who she would've mistaken for a woman if he'd have been wearing anything else. She rested her eyes on him and looked him over. A mischievious smile touched her lips as she saw his tattoo and realized who he was.
She closed the distance between them but passed him instead, reaching out with her free hand to brush her fingertips just so, intending to cause a shiver, across the tattooed shoulder. Then, turning her back to him, she tied off her horse at the rail in front of the tavern.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 9:39 pm
Annnnd his head was still leaned up. He swore to himself, the clouds were way more interesting right now. His arms still supported on his bundled object, he stopped swinging his legs when he accidentally kicked a ladie's basket from her grasp. He had apologized of course...but what can you do?
Another hour slowly squeezed by. Dohwa was still nowhere to be seen.
His eyes had seen a lot of people come and go from the tavern and he was beginning to feel the Ale calling to him. "Hmpth...poison..but still..." He smiled softly, trying to cheer himself up by thinking he might actually get Dohwa into his bed yet. "Aye...tis a shame, but she will see it my way..quite a punch though."
His jaw still slightly ached, a hand rubbing across it. He had seen a young man enter the Tavern, with what looked like an instrument...perhaps there would be entertainment played there finally? He couldn't remember the last time there had been...probaly because of the fight that had started promptly during one performance.
However, his head soon found itself being leaned back up, his boredom growing. That was when he felt it...
His eyes snapped open, his head still tilted upwards, seemingly rendered speechless. The hairs on his body stood on end, his heart dropping and silent for a mere moment...His knees tightened, as he sat there on the gating..His skin tingled, forcing him to shiver out of instinct.
His head tilted down searching for the cause..the reason. His eyes rested upon an almost lither woman, her mere hair...just a sharp contrast to her darkened clothing. He was immediately reminded of what a real woman could look like...somehow enthralled..but puzzled all the same..
He glanced to his shoulder..seeing the almost tribal marking there..and wondered...
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 10:31 pm
Mercedes smiled to herself as she secured her horse to the rail. She spoke in Elvish as she took her ebony magestaff with the glassy crystal on the end off her horse.
<"The Family of LeCroix. How prestigious.">
She turned to Vahn and tapped her staff sharply on the ground. Slowly, she approached Vahn, sure that all her movements were graceful and alluring. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she leaned over to whisper in his ear.
<"Your line was never without beauty.">
As the last syllable rolled off her tongue, she smiled and flicked the tip of her tongue against the edge of his ear.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 10:47 pm
Are you ready? 'cause I don't think you are. Are you ready for this? Can you even begin to comprehend what is 'bout to go down? This is Oliver Squalle, y'all. The Oliver Squalle. All you imitators and weak-stomachs out there better take a seat and brace yourself, because some real s**t is about to hit. Napes, y'not ready, but here it comes none-the-less.
It was a sunny day in the neighborhood - the sky was blue, the grass was green, some wing-ed animals were singin' and stuff, and love was in the air; evident by the abundance of rabbits going at it. Yeah, it was a ripe ol' day, and Oliver planned on pluckin' it. He planned on pluckin' something's brains out.
But down to business, as that does seem to be what all the cool kids are doing. Mister Squalle, as absolutely NOBODY called him, was stumbling dumbly down a dirty little street at the moment; not that there was anything wrong with his speech abilities - he's just kind of a moron. The haphazard, bumbling way he moved down the street left many wondering if he had even learned how to walk yet, and to be perfectly honest, the whole 'dry-land movement' thing was still a bit foreign to him. That was the quirk to his presence on continental Gaia: he didn't much like dry-land, but something compelled him to be there. Don't get me wrong, there wasn't any REAL reason he was currently in Laburnum; he was just following his feet.
Anywho, Ollie - as previously stated - was currently traveling down some s**t-a** back alley street looking for something to do. And 'looking' is used in the loosest of meanings, because he really couldn't look at anything right now. The black, hand-knitted beanie-hat his mommy had made, that always rested atop his head was pulled just a bit too low today. Usually, the hat was pulled down to just above the eyebrow, so his stark blonde hair peeked out along the brim, veiling his eyes slightly. But today, a particularly hard step had caused his cranial accessory to slip just a bit too far down on his head, and effectively blocked his vision. Pushing the hat up, however, would have taken WAY too much effort, unfortunately, so Ollie just walked around blindly.
Obviously, the Squalle-man didn't have any real aim to his walking. Due to this fact - added together with his wacky, zigzag style of walking - Ollie bumped into dozens of people. Most of the time, he'd just mutter a hasty apology, but if the recipient of his bump happened to be a particularly tasty morsel of estrogenical divinity - somehow, he knew -, he'd smile and offer a smooth, "Like, sorry, babe." and if the bumpee happened to be a man of strange tastes, Ollie would make a sour face and say, "Dude...no."
Looking like some strange top/bumper car hybrid, due to the fact that since he had his spear slung over his shoulders, every spin he made after bumping someone looked oddly...top-like. Careening from person to person, bumping like there was no tomorrow, Ollie just couldn't wipe the big, goofy smile off of his face. Every person he bumped into didn't stay mad for long, they just couldn't; the kindly young man was just too darned happy-looking.
His predominantly random bumbling eventually took him into a random marketplace with lots of random people to randomly bump into. Luckily, a thick leather wrapping concealed the razor-sharp head of his spear, so nobody got decapitated as he waded through the crowd. More than a few, however, got a nasty bonk to their dome by the haft of the long weapon. It was all just dust in the wind to Ollie, though, and he just continued his random stumbling. He was waiting for something, but he didn't know what...
Caught up in a flurry of thoughts - a rarity, if you hadn't noticed - Oliver bumped into yet ANOTHER person. But this one...this one was different. As his body pressed up against this woman - albeit a cleverly disguised one - his 'accidental' encounter told him everything he needed to know about her. The momentary collision allowed him to learn things that his eyes would just lie to him about - every contour, bump, nook; for a moment, they were all laid bare. But just as quickly, he lost his mental picture of the female as she fell backwards to the ground. He had bumped into her a bit harder than intended.
Cursing himself in his head - yup, another train leaves the station - Ollie unhooks his right hand from the haft of the spear slung over his shoulders and pushes up his hat, revealing a few thick tufts of stark blonde hair, and his peaceful sea-green eyes. Adonis-like looks out in the open, sculpted muscles slack and relaxed as usual, Oliver leans over and offers the musician-ish person a hand up. Now that he could view her in the visual spectrum, things were much different. The beautiful figure from before was gone...and in it's place there was something that looked like a teenage boy. But looks can be deceiving. Still with the care-free smile and relaxed posture, his voice just drips of 'coolness'.
"Like...whoa. Y'alright, babe?"
Usually, Ollie would have just nodded, smiled, and moved on...but there was something different about this 'babe'. Be it the sparkling eyes...or the long black hair...or her deceptively curvaceous body, but there was just something about her. The Squalle-man hoped the musician girl was alright...and at the moment, he really didn't care about the disgruntled looks the crowd was throwing him as they were forced to swerve around his solid form and the prone musician.
(( Just incase I was unclear, I'm referring to you, kitty-Kat. And he is wearing the clothes described in his bio; I thought it'd be kind of redundant to describe them again. xp ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 10:52 pm
He merely continued watching her wondering exactly who she was and why she was here. He didn't know why, but he felt suddenly alone, deeply alone. He found himself wishing that Dohwa would come at this exact moment and drag him away.
But the more he thought about it, he simply wondered why he felt like that. It wasn't like she was a Plains Hornet or wild Rhine, trying to run him down. "............" He remained silent, not saying anything at all as she spoke. A few heads turned their way, hearing such eloquently spoken words, coming from a equally ancient language.
He remained indifferent. Was it that he could not understand? Or perhaps, he did not want to understand. He feigned ignorance for now, sighing with also feignted boredom. "Look M'Lady I can't understand a wor--"
He stopped, cut short by the sudden tapping of her staff. Wait, staff?! He had only heard of the mages, never actually encountered one, at least not as of yet. Well, talked to one really, the more he thought about it. His mother had been one, but she rarely spoke of it.
He watched her move toward him, and he felt like he couldn't tear away his gaze, even if he tried. She sauntered on over to him, and before he knew it, her hands were on him, his eyes blinking only once. He held in his breath, even as he felt hers against his cheek.
And then his ear.
Her next words bit deep into him now...
Promptly followed by the slight motion of her tounge.
He found his whole body turned to something akin to powder, the bundled, slender obkect that had supporting his arms, slightly slipping. His next words came out softly, a little hesitance in them..but trying to make his indifference show in them.
"Sut...Sut naa ta llie sint amin ess?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 11:03 pm
Farren and Snow's food came quickly, and he enjoyed his hot soup and rum. Much better than the overly salted rations and lime juice from the ship. He leaned back in his chair, fully satisfied that he had at least gained some grasp on the city's layout. Snow didn't eat his food, instead he came out from under the table and headed toward the doorway.
What's a matter Snow? Smell something?
Snow didn't respond, so Farren laid three jade coins on the table, took a final swig from his rum, gathered up his map, and walked out with Snow. He let his hand fall gently onto the hilt of his rapier. He didn't grip it, but he was ready to draw his steel if necessary. Though Snow would probably get in the first strike.
What is it Snow?
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 11:15 pm
She whispered again to him.
<"Displaying the crest of the infamous Elessar on your shoulder, not caring who saw it, could very well shorten your life.">
She withdrew to allow him some room.
<"I mean you no harm, my words for once are laced with good intentions.">
She tilted her head and smiled pleasently as she said this. Her posture was relaxed and nonthreatening, her crystal-topped staff tilted down.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 11:23 pm
The initial shock seemed to wear off, or perhaps he merely just pushed it down. Closing his eyes, and drawing a deep breath he blew suddenly, making several locks of brown hair lift up and off his forehead. It seemed to be a sigh. With his next words, his obvious disdain for the language, even though he knew it..and understood it well, became apparent. He was apparently more accustomed to speaking common.
"Their aren't that many people who draw breath that would even know what this marking means, nay, let alone who Elessar was." A far oft look came into his eyes, as he found himself staring once more to the woman, as she retreated, taking a few steps back. "So I really have no cause for concern..."
He looked her over a bit more closely, as if he would be able to find out who she was, if he stared long enough. But he knew it was rude to do so, so he averted his gaze, lowering his arms, and the bundled object. "Who are you, and where do you hail from- to know something kept as a black secret.."
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