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questing requiem: Without an audience about Girard found himself with little reason to sing aloud, leaving any music going on to be done in his head..where it would only serve to distract him. The resident minstrel at least still found some interest in the newest song to his arsenal, a local one if a century or more behind the current breed of natives about Sarkotos. It needed work still.. at least in terms of songwriting in order to make an impression on the listeners when he finally put it to use.. no better place than the Obsidian Heart for that, where the Berserker King's spoils now rested in the form of a large silver crown.. no doubt more appreciated now than in its days in the crypt. Song nor acquisition on display proved all that inspiring in comparison to the fight.. or maybe it was just the chance to spread a few whispered tales of his comrades of the previous evenings adventure! -d
Tesarik One: Maria kicked open the kitchen door, bottles in both of her arms. She'd had a shipment just in, and was bringing out the bottles to put on the shelves. Some wines and spirits from lands quite far from here, Maria had quite a few secrets and could get just about anything for the right price. Hmmm. Anyway, in she came and she began setting the bottles on the shelves. Her curly red locks were done up in a loose bun, with a few sprigs framing her freckled face. She glanced over her shoulder at Girard and smiled, then disappeared through the door again. Her voice echoed out, "Girard get your minstrel ass in here and stop mumbling and help me carry my crates!"
questing requiem: Was that really necessary, thought the minstrel in question a second or two after saving himself from winding up on the floor. No one ever accused him of being attentive when music wasn't involved! " Alright.. I'm moving .. " Easy enough to hold his tongue with any insults that may have been at the tip of it, he got the feeling rather often that crossing her was likely a bad idea! Lucky for Maria Girard wasn't one of those weakling examples of his profession! Or.. rather lucky for him.. it'd keep the minstrel from embarrashing himself. He was on the move..away from his seat and through the door Maria herself had gone through. " Where are these crates of yours? " Likely right in front of him and and a step away from tripping over.. -d
Tesarik One: Maria didn't mean anything contrary by it, she was just being... herself. She grinned when he came in the kitchen and pointed to a stack of wooden crates that held various alcoholic drinks, some marked from Kir'virr, some marked from Madder, and even - god forbid - Alzorc. That was why the delivery had come at night! "Just grab a few and put them on the bar, ok?"
A Cairn of Rage: In some climes it would be heard that one should never look
a gift horse in the mouth. In others it was never trust a pretty woman if
you've coin in your purse. One phrase, be it heard or not, should have been never trust any gnome mage that you had just threatened. For their stature may be condensed, which only made their anger and retribution all the more potent. The walnut had a teleport spell encased in it's rough shell. All one needed to do was crack it. the gnome, was lax in saying that the way you cracked it was the method in which you would travel those arcane highways and byways. So, when the hulking Northman crushed it within that iron grasp
like it was naught but paper, he had little idea what the spell would bring
upon him or the Islander. Sucked down from the rocky shore of
Westby and thrown wild into the tempest that was those arcane currents. His body twisting and thrashed around like a boat upon some unseen reefs. A high pitched and rolling whistle could be heard above the main drinking area in the Obsidian Inn, the shadows in the rafters coiling, twisting, dancing as they swirled to form a large hole. A massive figure thrown violently out from the gaping maw that had appeared. His muscled body slamming down into a table and the accompanying chairs, shattering them and sending shards of timber to rain like hail upon any within the Inn. One thick hand, with a jagged spire of broken wood stuck between the knuckles reached up to catch hold of a nearby table, hoping to use it as leverage to stand.....only served in pulling it down upon him. Snarling in rage he threw the table aside and stood up, rage burning white hot in his eyes as he closed teeth around the barb in his hand and ripped it out. As he spit it down upon the floor, he looked down over his frame and snorted. -d
questing requiem: Not being a native, and barely read up on the kingdom he was in much less its neighbors, Girard did not note anything about the crates to be curious about beyond the fact a little smalltalk taught a good deal. "Understood.. " Girard chose to start with the one marked as being from Kir'virr and he made a mental, and verbal note of the fact. " Kir'virr..sounds elven. " Well hopefully she'd elaborate all on her own! A small price to pay for him to help and not ask anything in return. -d
Tempt of Black: Lucky for her, A'kana had -not- ticked off said little creature. No, she'd got a wink from the gnome, and had only offered back a
smile. Fenris? Crushed the little mage's door frame! Perhaps she should have
cracked the nut, given the fact that it was entrusted to her? The travel might have went a bit more smoothly, at least for him! Given the way she gently held the magical nut, her travel proved much less chaotic. Sure, she felt the swirl of movement and the lift when gravity sucked out from under her, and of course the chill of blackness settling in.. but her landing proved nothing
more than a small drop from the ceiling, being slow enough to land on her
feet, not far off from the then shifting pile of Fenris. The lines around her eyes went tight then, seeing the big man's rage come to the surface, one side wincing as he'd pulled that barb free. Yikes. -d-
Tesarik One: "Ahh what the fook, whose burnin' the ken now?" Her language twisted into a form of Thieves Cant at the sound of something very big falling in the tap room, and she was sure she heard things breaking. A shake of her head, and she kicked the door open of the kitchen and the 5'5" redheaded pistol of a innkeeper stomped on out with her hands on the curve of her hips. Spying the big man yet again in her inn, her freckled nose wrinkled and a frown beset her countenance. "YOU again......" She drew in a deep breath, eyes closing then opening again as she tried to keep her anger down. She pointed accusingly at her bar top that had been sanded and polished but still bore the scars he'd put in them. "Now look what you've done!" She spied the female she'd seen around the place earlier fall too, though she didn't break the area. "I do have a door." Hands still on her hips!
A Cairn of Rage: Orbs of light green cut a violent line over to the
redheaded woman that let her mouth snap off towards him. One fist balling up
tightly, the knuckles cracking and popping like timbers in the hearth, for a
moment it did look as if he
A Cairn of Rage: meant to close the distance and strike at her. Instead he
simply snarled harsh and bitter sounding words in his native tongue. The
Zorcan tongue sounding as cold and distant as the frozen kingdom itself.
Reaching down he grabbed
A Cairn of Rage: his pack from where it lay amongst the ruins of the table
and chairs. Even looking towards Maria as he shook it, sending more pieces of
the wood to fall and scatter upon the floor. His gaze snapped upwards just
once, checking to see
A Cairn of Rage: if the hole had sealed itself. Only the smallest pockets of
the spell remained, winking out under his narrowed eyes. Shaking his head he
brought the pack up to slam it down upon the table, thick fingers quickly set
about the task of
A Cairn of Rage: undoing two leather straps. Pulling the bundle he freed he
tossed it to Maria, letting her catch it or strike her. It mattered not. When
she would unroll it in her hands, or when she would let it fall to the ground
and unfurl itself
A Cairn of Rage: the truth was shown. The bundle....was two Sahuagin hides,
so freshly cut from the bodies that fat droplets of crimson fell to the
ground and stained her hands. "Westby." -d
Tempt of Black: Wow, that woman had some fire in her! Green eyes watched at
the vibrant red-head, not used to such a hue of hair, marvelling in the spark
that was her voice. Then? She saw Fenris move. Not good! Kana tensed just
slightly, letting go
questing requiem: Sounded like something, or something, would be
interrupting his attempt at learning a bit from Maria. Well another time then
.. couldn't stop and earn the woman's wratch while he was at it. So that
first crate would be moved from
Tempt of Black: only when he'd move to go about other things. The hides, for
instance. With a pensive look up to the dissipating magics, Kana thought
quitely. The defensive of 'the magical nut did it!'.. didn't really sound
acceptable, especially
Tempt of Black: in broken Common--which was all she had to offer, here. So?
She stayed quiet, her lips turning in to something of an apologetic
expression. As Fenris did his thing, Kana slowly shifted her stance, stooping
to pick up this chair or
Tempt of Black: that table. At least--what was left whole of them. -d-
questing requiem: where he'd picked it up to its destination at the bar.
Releasing the first Girard was quick to take up whistling a tune while he
procurred the next crate. " Whats the fuss about, Maria? .. Oh.. " Turning
away from the man he remembe
Tesarik One: Off in a corner, there was the sound of a chair moving, and the
milky form of Ankar appeared sitting in a chair, a book floating before her.
She yawned and looked up, bright green eyes blinking as she saw the state of
the tap room.
Tesarik One: Oh she liked that big man, and she grinned and tilted her head,
remaining in silence at her table. She would not interfere, no, she'd just
watch and use her magic to see through Fen's clothes to the flesh under.
questing requiem: red having left some gouges in the bar was well timed ..
besides he had to get those crates.. and out of the way if unpleasant things
started to occur. Wait.. how'd he been recruited to do labor again!? How was
he not sure about
questing requiem: the fact.. well it'd be over soon. -d
Tesarik One: She smirked hearing him speak his mother tongue, being
polylingual she understood every word! Giving a shake of her head, and those
green eyes ablaze still, she moved from behind the bar after motioning to the
bar for Girard to put
Tesarik One: the crates, and moved to take better stock of what the man had
broken. Then, she had something tossed at her, which she caught and laid out
on the nearest table. Skins.... bloody sahuagin skins. That gave her pause
immediately and
Tesarik One: she looked at the skins, then to Fenris, then to A'kana, then
to the skins again then began to curse like a sailor, yet in Maddish. Soon
enough it ended though, and she spoke Common, very curtly in fact, "Clean up
the damn mess you
Tesarik One: made and I swear to the Primal Gods, that if you break
something else in my inne I will call the City Guards and have you put in the
king's plate."
Tempt of Black: Vision found its way around the Inne, to the other two
present, and then back around again--just in time Maria's look, and the mess
of languages being spoken. All confused the hell out of her, really! Kana
looked to Fenris with wide
Tempt of Black: eyes, hoping to gage his reaction and find some sort of
answer in all of this. She got that the woman was ticked over the broken pile
of tables and chairs--but was there more? Was she simply dismissing them? The
word 'clean' stuck
Tempt of Black: enough, but the firecracker's rattling was too quick for
much more. -d-
A Cairn of Rage: The way the woman looked at him, A'kana, the skins and back
several times gave him the faint hint that this woman knew far more than she
would possibly ever let on. How else was a bar tender to know of what those
skins were? A
A Cairn of Rage: tender that served in a land locked kingdom, when those
beasts were of the sea? Not even the massive lake nearest them housed the
beasts. Fenris never spoke much, unles it was in his own native tongue. That
was simply the way he
A Cairn of Rage: was, actions spoke far louder than words ever could. She
barked at him to clean, then she threatened him. Those brows drew down upon
his face, his eyes narrowed, and he reached down to grab a section of broken
table within one of
A Cairn of Rage: those wide paws of his. Pointing it at the man who was
carrying around crates he spoke in a low and rumbling tone. "Woman's work."
Then in an act od defiance he brought the broken table leg up so that she
could see it, and snapped
A Cairn of Rage: it in half. Dropping both pieces to the ground and stepping
over the rubble that had been an accident, but was now more of a token of
pride with the Named Man. -d
questing requiem: " Never anger anyone who may be handling your meals in the
future. " Wise words spoken by the minstrel returning to the bar with another
of the crates. Not bothering to following it up he rushed off to claim the
last crate in order
questing requiem: to be done with the task. Once more through the door and
back towards the bar .. once more whistling a tune. Girard just would not be
getting in the middle of the conversation, if it could be called that,
between Maria and Fenris.
Tesarik One: Ankar's eyes glimmered with delight as she watched that man
interact with Maria. She'd had her own altercations with the woman, but she'd
learned a while back that it was better all around to try and keep the keeper
happy. She
Tesarik One: smirked hearing Girard, those did sound like good words of
advice to her. She leaned forward, trying to read the names if she could off
the crates. New alcohol? Oh that magiken was intrigued. But, she stayed
sitting, more interested
Tesarik One: in the big man than the alcohol for now!
questing requiem: Soon as he was done moving the crate he manuevered himself
away from the bar and headed Kana's way calling out a greeting in the elven
tongue..and a question. " What's going on between those two? " Expecting
she'd be a good source
questing requiem: of answers, since Shroud looked to be rather .. caught up
in playing the observer. -d
Tesarik One: Slowly, Maria rolled up the skins and moved over to the hearth
where the massive skull of the Troll-King with it's hammered on Iron Crown
sat, and she tucked it up there. Wasn't he giving them to her? If he wanted
them back he'd
Tesarik One: just have to take them. She turned around just in time to see
him break the leg and the corners of her lips twitched. Many, many thoughts
went through the woman's mind as she walked over towards him. She tugged a
chair across the
Tesarik One: flagstone making a terrible scraping noise against the rocks,
and sat it right in front of him. Then, she climbed up on the chair so she
was more eye to eye with the man. She was going to.....push him. "What are
you, some big dumb
Tempt of Black: Kana pressed her lips in to a fine line, but did not advance
to effect in any way what was happening with Maria and Fenris. She seemed
more than able to handle herself, and he didn't need riled up any more than
he was! Instead,
Tesarik One: oaf? Muscle and no brain? Even your laced mutton there seems
like a dumb island girl. Maybe you both should just head back to where you
came from, back to the boonies. I've got a million dumb brutes. The world has
a million dumb
Tempt of Black: she took to answering Girard, in Elven. "We had a
teleportation spell offered to us by a gnome mage... he.. did not tell us how
the spell would end. Fenris got the worst of it, as did the tables and
chairs. We did not mean to make a
Tempt of Black: mess, really." Her eyes slid from the minstrel back towards
Maria and Fenris then, tension curving down along her brow. Kana didn't know
what Maria was speaking, but the way she acted towards Fenris had the
islander spounting off in
Tesarik One: brutes." She leaned in close, so close he could feel her warm
breath upon his lips. "You're... you're just a big. dumb. ox. Go back to
whaling, or fishing, or farming." She pushed the sleeves of her arms up, on
one was the bottom
Tesarik One: half of a tattoo, a black feather.
Tempt of Black: Te-Pua Koy. "Get your goddamned hands off of him! We did not
come in here seeking this! We wanted work.. it was an accident, you pint
sized bitch! He sought the skins to find work here and will sooner beat your
freckled face in than
Tempt of Black: take shit from you!" Kana stalked back her way, ire building
up along her spine-- to the point her pretty green eyes shifted in to
cat-like rendition of themselves. The island words sounded pretty.. and
pretty angry, too. -d-
questing requiem: Girard presented an expression of the ' you shouldn't have
done that' sort when told about them having accepted a spell, of any sort!,
from a gnome mage. Not that Girard was bias against the likes of gnomes.. he
just did not trust
Tesarik One: Maria heard the woman, but she had not touched the man nor did
she have time for the man's female attendee. She ignored her, rather
pointedly! Instead she just stood on that chair, leaning in close, watching
his eyes with a slight
Tesarik One: tilt of her head.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris tilted his head to oen side as he watched the woman
grab the chair, leaving twins lines acros the floor. Ones that looked very
much the same as the ones he had left upon the bar. Turning his gaze back to
the woman that stood
questing requiem: the gnomes to work outside of illusionary magics.. and the
occassional contraption. Then again.. it was said back home 'The gnomes are
to blame for the horses going extinct!'. Gee..it couldn't have been all the
other spellslingers!
questing requiem: Wasn't long into his thoughts that Girard was pried out of
them by the shouting he couldn't understand. Time to play the observer and
stay out of the way..from half-way up the stairs.-d
A Cairn of Rage: upon the makeshift dias. Her venomous words slipping
through the thin space between them and falling upon ears that had heard
their share of threats and insults. Light green orbs burned like pools of
jade fire, the fury within the
A Cairn of Rage: Northman rooted down into the very essence of his soul.
Maria had rolled her sleeves up, revealing to him her tattoo. Showing where
it was she belonged. You did not flash the top foot of your steel, unless yo
meant to threaten or
A Cairn of Rage: intimidate with it. Fenris let her see his eyes drift down
towards the ink pressed down into her flesh before looking back at her. "My
father once told me, you have two ears and one mouth. Listen twice as much as
you speak. It was
A Cairn of Rage: a lesson I took to heart. Just as the first thing he ever
taught me about fighting, was to always appear as less than what you are. If
you look the fool, the dullard, the cowardly, than none expect much from you.
You apparently have
A Cairn of Rage: much to learn still. Even from big dumb oafs, like me. On
the battlefield, you'd be dead now." His voice was low and deep, rumbling
like thunder, rasping at the edges like a whetstone over steel. Years of
misuse or lack of use
A Cairn of Rage: having tainted that deep baritone with rust. One finger
rose up and he pressed it, just once to her forehead, accenting his point.
Say one thing for Fenris Vidarr, say he was a man of surprises. Turning
around from the woman, to
A Cairn of Rage: leave her standing there wondering where his ability to
speak common had come from, he grabbed his pack and drew it over a shoulder.
Looking to the Islander, his hands gesturing as he spoke slowly once again.
"We will find work
A Cairn of Rage: in other places." With a faint turn of his head, he looked
back at the group, the Northman stood for a moment, stock still and nodding
to the tattoo shown by Maria. "I carry my own mark. It just is not so
pretty as yours." -d
Tesarik One: She listened to him, a smile just barely forming upon her lips
as he spoke. He had not reacted as she'd expected, she'd expected him to take
a swing at her. Knock her over, crush her into the floor. "Your father was a
wise man,
Tempt of Black: Kana's eyes stared directly at Maria from that point on,
unmoving. She found a spot a few feet off from Fenris, figuring her words
lost on the woman's ears. It didn't matter. At least Kana spoke something,
even if it was for her
Tesarik One: Fenris. You've done exactly the opposite of what I expected.
Though...." As he went to touch her, a foot rose up to press to the back of
the chair, letting it tilt backwards then halfway down to the ground she did
a backflip and
Tempt of Black: own ears. Fenris' words got a nod, and she started towards
the door on her own. -d-
Tesarik One: landed with a soft thud and slightly bent knees... (Pausing for
acrobatics save)
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Tesarik One: though her landing wasn't as pretty as it could have been,
she'd still executed the flip fairly well. She rose upwards and glanced to
the hearth where the sahuagin skins were, then to the crates on her bar.
Moving over, she pulled
Tesarik One: out a bottle of Headknockers, and grabbed a glass; dropped a
stone down into the bottom and filled the large stein up to the top. It was
slid across the bar, her sleeves now hiding that tattoo again. "A mark doesn'
t need to be
Tesarik One: pretty to be meaningful, nor does it have to be terrible to
bring it's own pain. Perhaps before you head to find work elsewhere, you and
your islander might rest a spell and have a drink and dinner on the house."
A Cairn of Rage: The tips of his fingers set down upon the small of A'kana's
back, the subtle touch felt even through her thick winter clothing. As she
turned to face him, his back concealing their actions from most of the bar.
All save that one
A Cairn of Rage: oddly pale woman that had kept her eyes riveted upon him
sicne he fell from the hole in the ceiling. The hand gestures were quick and
practiced, moving with twists and bends as he looked down to her. After the
small gestures passed
A Cairn of Rage: between the two, even those versed in any and all tongues,
sadly would still be in the dark when standing witness to said gestures. They
were ones that had been made up along the travel here, crafted and created as
the two tried to
A Cairn of Rage: bridge the gap in their speech. As he looked back to Maria,
looking down at where she had her not as smooth as she wished landing and
back. "I think your tongue does not bend to easily. If you want us in your
work than just say it.
A Cairn of Rage: That was why we came. If not, than we can find coin in
other places. Places that hold no love for this Inn. Places that will put us
and yours on opposite ends of the blade. Think me a liar or a braggard, seek
the truth in the north.
A Cairn of Rage: Ask them to tell you of The Bloodied, a Named Man. Let them
tell you of how strong my word is." -d
questing requiem: Such an unexpected end, Girard thought while he descended
the stairs after making the full trip up to grab his lute before returning to
the others occupying the barroom. He didn't know about them but the minstel
certainly fancied an
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Tesarik One: She had given her offer and was now lifting bottles out of the
crates, carefully ensconced in moss. Madder Bogwheat, Madder Red, Madder
Black and then in the box from across the sea, Kir'viir Gold along with some
bottles of wine,
Tempt of Black: Did she just offer them a drink or something? Fenris' touch
and his gestures were found in her sights then. Her eyes rolled in slight,
sliding off to the side, and then back again, one shoulder giving nothing
more than a shrug.
questing requiem: amusing song for the night. " A curse upon all bards,
another on their tongues. A double curse upon their songs, I swear. A triple
curse upon this fool who chose to sing of us. If I could catch that Girard, I
would skin him then and
Tesarik One: the labels in elvish. When he spoke to her again, she turned to
face him from where she now stood behind the bar, and blew her long bangs out
of her lovely eyes. "I don't need to ask around, Named Man. I know of you
already, I just
Tesarik One: had to see it myself. Sometimes, as I'm sure our minstrel here
knows, stories can get...convoluted... as it passes from one person to the
next. You... yes.... I'd like to hire you if you are willing. It's not easy
work though, and
Tempt of Black: Her hands touched in at one another. Short gestures. Quick
and concise. There was little to be said for this. The tension remained
across Kana's shoulders, watching back towards the bar then. -d-
questing requiem: there! " Well a man could find his fun where he could eh?
" This bard has only done what ever bard is bound to do. We should be glad
he's chosen now to flatter us, not mar. " A little change of his voice's
tones to something a bit
Tesarik One: I don't baby those in the employ of the guild. You could die.
You could die and never come back, if you die enough. But there's coin,
riches, items, reputation to be earned and I know where to do it. I don't
know shit about the
questing requiem: feminine as he continued on. " I swear to you my friend,
that all that stays my hand, is custom grants a bard immunity. But if he
sings love songs underneath my window one more time, Not even that will save
him from a beating
Tesarik One: islander but I have a feeling that she comes along with you. So
now, come and eat and drink and be merry. We'll share a drink and call it a
deal."
questing requiem: straight from me! " And that would be the early end to
that while Girard failed to not chuckle.. wholly distracted from whatever
else was going on about him. -d
Tesarik One: *I wanted to see a fight.* Ankar mused as she sat still in the
corner, watching every single movement of the big man including the hand
signs he was making. She furrowed her brow, watching, then listened as Maria
spoke again. She
Tesarik One: leaned forward, waiting to see what would happen, holding her
breath even.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris caught the signals and offered a faintly crooked
smirk down to A'kana. Looking to the stien that she had poured of a drink too
long absent from his tongue, he looked to the counter once again. "You are
shy one drink, and she
A Cairn of Rage: can measure her salt with any man." Looking down to
A'kana, he gave a faint grumble and a shrug of those wide shoulders. This was
not the way he had planned in his head. Nor could he have said this was the
turn of events that made
A Cairn of Rage: his day brighter. Instead it simply told him one thing.
That he and A'kana, would have to work twice as hard, fight twice as savage,
be twice as cunning as any of those counted in her employ. Fenris slipping
back into that quiet and
A Cairn of Rage: hostile feel, like a thunderstorm trapped within flesh,
eager to be free and rage across the heavens. That drink was once again given
a long glance, his mouth far more dry than he would admit. -d
Tesarik One: "A drink for your Salty Siren then." She smirked, and grabbed a
mug and dropped a stone into it, then poured it full of the Headknockers too,
and slid it over. For herself, she poured herself a big glass of Madder Red
and lifted the
Tesarik One: glass towards them, waiting for the click of glasses and drink
that would sign the deal for them. "Come, drink, before the head dies down."
Still frothy, waiting, nice and delicious for him!
Tempt of Black: Another small gesture went to Fenris, then a nod towards the
bar. It was his choice, really. He wanted to come here (albeit, not via a
drop from the ceiling), and here they were! Kana still felt the want to snap
at Maria, knowing
Tempt of Black: not a lick of all she and Fenris had said, but that feeling
would be put down. They needed the coin. That took precedence here. If he
moved to take a drink, she'd oblige the action--drinking along with them. -d-
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris walked over to the counter, his pack thrown down to
the floor and kicking up a small cloud of dust from where it landed. One hand
wrapped around the handle of his stien, while the other gently pushed the mug
towards A'kana.
A Cairn of Rage: When both the females had teir drinks in hand, he pushed
his forwards to have them meet with a sharp retort. Unlike the Islander,
Fenris was a seasoned hand at the stout Dwarven drink. Bringing it up to his
lips and pouring it down
A Cairn of Rage: his throat in one, long and practiced pull. turning
something over in his mouth as he slammed the stien down and spit the stone
upon the floor. "Done." He confirmed his word to stay and work here. -d
Tesarik One: Kana could snap at her all she wanted, she'd be ignored until
she decided to step out of Fenris' shadow and show Maria she was her own
woman and not Fen's tail that had come along behind him to keep him warm at
night and look
Tesarik One: pretty. She held her mug up, and when all had theirs in hand,
let the metal click together and she began to drink the ale, nearly the
entire mug at one time and then she sat it down and nodded to him as the rock
was spit on the
Tesarik One: floor and not into her shelves of glasses again. "Done." She
pulled up two keys, and slid one to A'kana ,and one to Fenris. "Room, board
is taken care of. Keep your own room clean. If you decide you'd like to rent
a cottage or flat
Tesarik One: in the city instead of a room here with us all, just let me
know. I've got ...connections." Nod.
Tempt of Black: Tipping back the drink, Kana took a good sip of brew,
letting it simmer around her tongue for a moment. It.. tasted like what she
imagined horse piss would taste like. What the hell was this stuff? Casting a
look down to the stone
Tempt of Black: in the bottom of her drink, she'd lift her sights up to
Maria, then over to Fenris, swallowing what she'd took of it. Well... maybe
it wasn't SO bad. Another sip followed.. awkwardly. Kana sent a glance down
to the key then. She'd
Tempt of Black: leave it sit, opting for another, longer drink. -d-
questing requiem: " Lasta lalaithamin. " Murmured Girard as he elected to
set his lute down next to the bar while he let his attention turn to whatever
it was the others had chosen to do, or chat about for that matter. Did not
seem the sort of conver
Tesarik One: Maria's place was as high tech as they came for the time
frame... each room had it's own bathroom with actual running hot water! It
was all magicked up nice and neat, for their comfort. After all, the places
she sent them to were
Tesarik One: often terrible, so she at least gave them some comforts at
home.
questing requiem: sation for the minstrel to add anything to.. " What are
they drinking, Maria? " -d
Tesarik One: "Headknockers. Dwarven ale."
questing requiem: Dwarven ale. Bad idea.. " Any Elder root Stout? "
Tesarik One: "No, but I can have some by tomorrow night." She grinned.
A Cairn of Rage: "Boy, this drink will make your root stout." Fenris
watched as A'kana took the drink and screwed her face up at the taste. One
one level, he perhaps could not blame her. The drink was harsh and only came
to be delightful after
A Cairn of Rage: many, many nights where one would wake bloodied and without
any memory as to how they ended up, once again, near naked. For all his
travels, i all the time since he left Alzorc, he had never the time to ponder
over what those of
A Cairn of Rage: other places drank. With a faint shrug of those broad
shoulders he tapped the outside of the empty stien. All the while his eyes
glanced to the key, wondering if being in this place, if even for a night was
wise for him. One finger
A Cairn of Rage: moved the etal key towards Maria again. "Outside of town."
-d
Tempt of Black: Before she knew it, half of the stien was gone..! How'd that
happen? She started to feel all.. warm. Warm was good. Lightweight that she
was, Kana couldn't hold her own when it came to alcohol, especially something
like she'd been
Tesarik One: *They say, alcohol makes your root flimsy.* She added with a
soft chuckle heard in their heads through her telepathic talk. Seeing them
all drinking made her thirsty, so she would order a drink too. *I'd like a
glass of that
Tesarik One: Kir'viir Gold I saw you pull out.* She nodded a little,
bouncing the stark white hair around her face as she did so. once Maria
poured the glass, she used her spellborn talents to levitate the glass all
the way over to her, where
Tesarik One: she was even so lazy as to make the magic tilt the glass upon
her lips for a sip.
questing requiem: " Remind me never to ask for a Black Brew in jest then. "
Fenris earned a glance after that .. was it a joke? Too much time on the road
and among the elves no doubt. " Just an ale, Maria. Oh..and there any elven
bastions nearby? "
questing requiem: Might as well go and bother the local elves sometime soon,
they appreciated a good song or two. -d
Tesarik One: She took his key back and dropped it in her bowl, then pulled
out a book that she opened. Each page had a drawing of a various cottage,
house, townhouse, etc on it with a key tied to the page. She turned until she
found a small
Tempt of Black: fed here. She started to smile a little, moreso at Fenris,
and then over to the pretty--pretty WHITE lady across the way. The floating
glass and the lazy tip amused her. At least something did tonight!
Tesarik One: cottage, and untied the key and slid it over to him. "Head
through Amelia Park, and right outside town on the shores of the lake is a
small cottage. Looks like this." She showed him the drawing. *Small place,
but it'll do. Stable's
Tesarik One: big enough for 3 horses."
Tempt of Black: maybe all that talk would have been amusing, if her Common
was sharper. Muttering in Te-Pua Koy, "What I wouldn't give to talk to
someone in my tongue." Kana sighed and finished the drink--avoiding the stone
at the bottom. It could
Tempt of Black: remain swimming in that last little swallow of horse piss
brew. -d-
Tesarik One: Ankar wiggled her pale fingers at A'kana and gave her a wink,
then allowed her glass to tip against her lips again then float down to the
table. *Watch out for the Lake Monster.*
Tesarik One: Without missing a beat, Maria answered Kana in Te-Pua Koy. "I'm
sure there's a professor or two at the college here in town that can speak
your tongue." She smirked, and finished her Madder ale.
A Cairn of Rage: Setting his hands to either side of the book and leaning
down to take the picture into memory. Looking at the cabin and where it was
settled nearest the lake, at least it had the promise of good game. Turning
his head upwards to the
A Cairn of Rage: voice he heard within his mind instead of in his ears. The
only one he could figure it to be was the pale woman with the floating drink.
Turning so that he could face her fully, brows drawn down slightly as he
sucked air through his
Tempt of Black: Kana went from attention on Ankar, with a smile... to a
sharply shifted, somewhat off look at Maria. That was.. unexpected! Kana
almost smiled, just hearing something she fully understood. Almost. Well, one
point goes back on the
A Cairn of Rage: teeth. How did one respond to mental talk? Rubbing at the
base of his neck, leaving that mystery for those that commanded the arcane,
he reached back and grabbed the key before slipping it down into the pouch on
his belt. Despite
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A Cairn of Rage: it all, he had finally set his hands upon what he came for.
The job. A place to stay. A promise of work that would test him against the
odds. It was a rough line that he walked, but every once in a while, it gave
him a small shred
A Cairn of Rage: of something to grasp. -d
Tempt of Black: board for Maria. Hmph. Kana nodded a little, set her stien
down gingerly and slid it towards the redhead. From there, Fenris had her
attention, again. With him pocketing the key, Kana straightened some.. only
to shake a little
Tempt of Black: dizziness out of her head. Wooh, it was getting warm and all
spinny in this place! -d-
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Tesarik One: "Don't mind Ankar, that lake monster hasn't been seen in years
and even then just a tentacle or two sticking up." She grinned, then pointed
over to the minstrel. "Maybe our resident bar...minstrel has a song about
Pincer Lake. But,
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Tesarik One: anyway, it's a nice little cottage though not magicked up like
my place here so you'll have to pump the well for water, it's all furnished
though." She shrugged, then winked a green eye at Kana before turning and
heading towards
Tesarik One: the kitchen. "Give me a moment and I'll pack you some food for
tonight and tomorrow." And, she disappeared into the kitchen. See, she was a
nice girl! Or, she could be if she wanted to! She was just high strung and
had a terrible
Tesarik One: redheaded temper!
questing requiem: With his attention barely keeping focus on any one matter
for longer than a few seconds inevitably left the minstrel to push himself up
and away from the bar. " I'm no local, Maria, only one of my repertoire can
boast origins herea-
questing requiem: abouts.. " Not that he'd really been asked about it, yet
it was a distraction while he drew his lute up from its place against the
face of the bar. " Maybe I'll learn a few if I wander the Greenlord Run long
enough.. " -d
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris looked around the Inn once again, saw that above the
hearth lay only two objects. A crown and the skins he brought. Soon, he vowed
if only to himself, there would be no room left. He waited for Maria to bring
the things she
A Cairn of Rage: had offered. When she did he pulled that pack back up and
stuffed them down into it. A small nod of thanks given to the redhead as he
gestured to A'kana. The pack drawn over his shoulder as he moved from the
bar, one booted foot
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A Cairn of Rage: moving some of the debris into a small pile. A vain attempt
to clean, but as he said, he felt that it was woman's work, or those in the
employ to strickly clean and tend the affairs of inside chores. They had
traveled so far this
A Cairn of Rage: day, and apparently still more to go. Opening the door he
would usher both he and A'kana out into the night, giving the Inn one last
look. He'd be back tomorrow. No doubt hungry to start building a name below
the Knockskull. -d
Tesarik One: A bag was brought out, inside she'd packed several loaves of
her country black bread, wrapped up quite a hefty serving of roasted dire
bear, shoved in some fruits (a few of which Kana would recognize from the
islands as a surprise!)
Tesarik One: and a small container of her homemade butter for the bread, and
blackberry jam in a jar. A bottle of ale, and something that Kana would drink
as well given and then she waved as they were off and began to clean up the
mess on the
Tesarik One: bar top.
Tempt of Black: A single Te-Pua Koy word went to Maria, after the food was
given them. "Thanks." It was a touch appreciative. Afterall, the woman didn't
need to offer them that. Being half-drunk, Kana wouldn't mind the food,
either! Slipping away
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Tempt of Black: from the bar, a bit more languid than usual, Kana followed
off after Fenris, sighing in actual delight to the chilly air outside. She
felt too warm now. How was that possible?! "Where?" She looked back his way,
the single word
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Tempt of Black: prompting a look around them. Which direction? There might
have been a map shown Fenris.. but she'd been too busy with her nose in a
stien to care. Whichever way they'd go, Kana took her good old time--smiling
widely whenever he'd
Tempt of Black: look her way. Chances are she'd be in that fruit before they
reached the cottage. -d-
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Tesarik One: Maria kicked open the kitchen door, bottles in both of her arms. She'd had a shipment just in, and was bringing out the bottles to put on the shelves. Some wines and spirits from lands quite far from here, Maria had quite a few secrets and could get just about anything for the right price. Hmmm. Anyway, in she came and she began setting the bottles on the shelves. Her curly red locks were done up in a loose bun, with a few sprigs framing her freckled face. She glanced over her shoulder at Girard and smiled, then disappeared through the door again. Her voice echoed out, "Girard get your minstrel ass in here and stop mumbling and help me carry my crates!"
questing requiem: Was that really necessary, thought the minstrel in question a second or two after saving himself from winding up on the floor. No one ever accused him of being attentive when music wasn't involved! " Alright.. I'm moving .. " Easy enough to hold his tongue with any insults that may have been at the tip of it, he got the feeling rather often that crossing her was likely a bad idea! Lucky for Maria Girard wasn't one of those weakling examples of his profession! Or.. rather lucky for him.. it'd keep the minstrel from embarrashing himself. He was on the move..away from his seat and through the door Maria herself had gone through. " Where are these crates of yours? " Likely right in front of him and and a step away from tripping over.. -d
Tesarik One: Maria didn't mean anything contrary by it, she was just being... herself. She grinned when he came in the kitchen and pointed to a stack of wooden crates that held various alcoholic drinks, some marked from Kir'virr, some marked from Madder, and even - god forbid - Alzorc. That was why the delivery had come at night! "Just grab a few and put them on the bar, ok?"
A Cairn of Rage: In some climes it would be heard that one should never look
a gift horse in the mouth. In others it was never trust a pretty woman if
you've coin in your purse. One phrase, be it heard or not, should have been never trust any gnome mage that you had just threatened. For their stature may be condensed, which only made their anger and retribution all the more potent. The walnut had a teleport spell encased in it's rough shell. All one needed to do was crack it. the gnome, was lax in saying that the way you cracked it was the method in which you would travel those arcane highways and byways. So, when the hulking Northman crushed it within that iron grasp
like it was naught but paper, he had little idea what the spell would bring
upon him or the Islander. Sucked down from the rocky shore of
Westby and thrown wild into the tempest that was those arcane currents. His body twisting and thrashed around like a boat upon some unseen reefs. A high pitched and rolling whistle could be heard above the main drinking area in the Obsidian Inn, the shadows in the rafters coiling, twisting, dancing as they swirled to form a large hole. A massive figure thrown violently out from the gaping maw that had appeared. His muscled body slamming down into a table and the accompanying chairs, shattering them and sending shards of timber to rain like hail upon any within the Inn. One thick hand, with a jagged spire of broken wood stuck between the knuckles reached up to catch hold of a nearby table, hoping to use it as leverage to stand.....only served in pulling it down upon him. Snarling in rage he threw the table aside and stood up, rage burning white hot in his eyes as he closed teeth around the barb in his hand and ripped it out. As he spit it down upon the floor, he looked down over his frame and snorted. -d
questing requiem: Not being a native, and barely read up on the kingdom he was in much less its neighbors, Girard did not note anything about the crates to be curious about beyond the fact a little smalltalk taught a good deal. "Understood.. " Girard chose to start with the one marked as being from Kir'virr and he made a mental, and verbal note of the fact. " Kir'virr..sounds elven. " Well hopefully she'd elaborate all on her own! A small price to pay for him to help and not ask anything in return. -d
Tempt of Black: Lucky for her, A'kana had -not- ticked off said little creature. No, she'd got a wink from the gnome, and had only offered back a
smile. Fenris? Crushed the little mage's door frame! Perhaps she should have
cracked the nut, given the fact that it was entrusted to her? The travel might have went a bit more smoothly, at least for him! Given the way she gently held the magical nut, her travel proved much less chaotic. Sure, she felt the swirl of movement and the lift when gravity sucked out from under her, and of course the chill of blackness settling in.. but her landing proved nothing
more than a small drop from the ceiling, being slow enough to land on her
feet, not far off from the then shifting pile of Fenris. The lines around her eyes went tight then, seeing the big man's rage come to the surface, one side wincing as he'd pulled that barb free. Yikes. -d-
Tesarik One: "Ahh what the fook, whose burnin' the ken now?" Her language twisted into a form of Thieves Cant at the sound of something very big falling in the tap room, and she was sure she heard things breaking. A shake of her head, and she kicked the door open of the kitchen and the 5'5" redheaded pistol of a innkeeper stomped on out with her hands on the curve of her hips. Spying the big man yet again in her inn, her freckled nose wrinkled and a frown beset her countenance. "YOU again......" She drew in a deep breath, eyes closing then opening again as she tried to keep her anger down. She pointed accusingly at her bar top that had been sanded and polished but still bore the scars he'd put in them. "Now look what you've done!" She spied the female she'd seen around the place earlier fall too, though she didn't break the area. "I do have a door." Hands still on her hips!
A Cairn of Rage: Orbs of light green cut a violent line over to the
redheaded woman that let her mouth snap off towards him. One fist balling up
tightly, the knuckles cracking and popping like timbers in the hearth, for a
moment it did look as if he
A Cairn of Rage: meant to close the distance and strike at her. Instead he
simply snarled harsh and bitter sounding words in his native tongue. The
Zorcan tongue sounding as cold and distant as the frozen kingdom itself.
Reaching down he grabbed
A Cairn of Rage: his pack from where it lay amongst the ruins of the table
and chairs. Even looking towards Maria as he shook it, sending more pieces of
the wood to fall and scatter upon the floor. His gaze snapped upwards just
once, checking to see
A Cairn of Rage: if the hole had sealed itself. Only the smallest pockets of
the spell remained, winking out under his narrowed eyes. Shaking his head he
brought the pack up to slam it down upon the table, thick fingers quickly set
about the task of
A Cairn of Rage: undoing two leather straps. Pulling the bundle he freed he
tossed it to Maria, letting her catch it or strike her. It mattered not. When
she would unroll it in her hands, or when she would let it fall to the ground
and unfurl itself
A Cairn of Rage: the truth was shown. The bundle....was two Sahuagin hides,
so freshly cut from the bodies that fat droplets of crimson fell to the
ground and stained her hands. "Westby." -d
Tempt of Black: Wow, that woman had some fire in her! Green eyes watched at
the vibrant red-head, not used to such a hue of hair, marvelling in the spark
that was her voice. Then? She saw Fenris move. Not good! Kana tensed just
slightly, letting go
questing requiem: Sounded like something, or something, would be
interrupting his attempt at learning a bit from Maria. Well another time then
.. couldn't stop and earn the woman's wratch while he was at it. So that
first crate would be moved from
Tempt of Black: only when he'd move to go about other things. The hides, for
instance. With a pensive look up to the dissipating magics, Kana thought
quitely. The defensive of 'the magical nut did it!'.. didn't really sound
acceptable, especially
Tempt of Black: in broken Common--which was all she had to offer, here. So?
She stayed quiet, her lips turning in to something of an apologetic
expression. As Fenris did his thing, Kana slowly shifted her stance, stooping
to pick up this chair or
Tempt of Black: that table. At least--what was left whole of them. -d-
questing requiem: where he'd picked it up to its destination at the bar.
Releasing the first Girard was quick to take up whistling a tune while he
procurred the next crate. " Whats the fuss about, Maria? .. Oh.. " Turning
away from the man he remembe
Tesarik One: Off in a corner, there was the sound of a chair moving, and the
milky form of Ankar appeared sitting in a chair, a book floating before her.
She yawned and looked up, bright green eyes blinking as she saw the state of
the tap room.
Tesarik One: Oh she liked that big man, and she grinned and tilted her head,
remaining in silence at her table. She would not interfere, no, she'd just
watch and use her magic to see through Fen's clothes to the flesh under.
questing requiem: red having left some gouges in the bar was well timed ..
besides he had to get those crates.. and out of the way if unpleasant things
started to occur. Wait.. how'd he been recruited to do labor again!? How was
he not sure about
questing requiem: the fact.. well it'd be over soon. -d
Tesarik One: She smirked hearing him speak his mother tongue, being
polylingual she understood every word! Giving a shake of her head, and those
green eyes ablaze still, she moved from behind the bar after motioning to the
bar for Girard to put
Tesarik One: the crates, and moved to take better stock of what the man had
broken. Then, she had something tossed at her, which she caught and laid out
on the nearest table. Skins.... bloody sahuagin skins. That gave her pause
immediately and
Tesarik One: she looked at the skins, then to Fenris, then to A'kana, then
to the skins again then began to curse like a sailor, yet in Maddish. Soon
enough it ended though, and she spoke Common, very curtly in fact, "Clean up
the damn mess you
Tesarik One: made and I swear to the Primal Gods, that if you break
something else in my inne I will call the City Guards and have you put in the
king's plate."
Tempt of Black: Vision found its way around the Inne, to the other two
present, and then back around again--just in time Maria's look, and the mess
of languages being spoken. All confused the hell out of her, really! Kana
looked to Fenris with wide
Tempt of Black: eyes, hoping to gage his reaction and find some sort of
answer in all of this. She got that the woman was ticked over the broken pile
of tables and chairs--but was there more? Was she simply dismissing them? The
word 'clean' stuck
Tempt of Black: enough, but the firecracker's rattling was too quick for
much more. -d-
A Cairn of Rage: The way the woman looked at him, A'kana, the skins and back
several times gave him the faint hint that this woman knew far more than she
would possibly ever let on. How else was a bar tender to know of what those
skins were? A
A Cairn of Rage: tender that served in a land locked kingdom, when those
beasts were of the sea? Not even the massive lake nearest them housed the
beasts. Fenris never spoke much, unles it was in his own native tongue. That
was simply the way he
A Cairn of Rage: was, actions spoke far louder than words ever could. She
barked at him to clean, then she threatened him. Those brows drew down upon
his face, his eyes narrowed, and he reached down to grab a section of broken
table within one of
A Cairn of Rage: those wide paws of his. Pointing it at the man who was
carrying around crates he spoke in a low and rumbling tone. "Woman's work."
Then in an act od defiance he brought the broken table leg up so that she
could see it, and snapped
A Cairn of Rage: it in half. Dropping both pieces to the ground and stepping
over the rubble that had been an accident, but was now more of a token of
pride with the Named Man. -d
questing requiem: " Never anger anyone who may be handling your meals in the
future. " Wise words spoken by the minstrel returning to the bar with another
of the crates. Not bothering to following it up he rushed off to claim the
last crate in order
questing requiem: to be done with the task. Once more through the door and
back towards the bar .. once more whistling a tune. Girard just would not be
getting in the middle of the conversation, if it could be called that,
between Maria and Fenris.
Tesarik One: Ankar's eyes glimmered with delight as she watched that man
interact with Maria. She'd had her own altercations with the woman, but she'd
learned a while back that it was better all around to try and keep the keeper
happy. She
Tesarik One: smirked hearing Girard, those did sound like good words of
advice to her. She leaned forward, trying to read the names if she could off
the crates. New alcohol? Oh that magiken was intrigued. But, she stayed
sitting, more interested
Tesarik One: in the big man than the alcohol for now!
questing requiem: Soon as he was done moving the crate he manuevered himself
away from the bar and headed Kana's way calling out a greeting in the elven
tongue..and a question. " What's going on between those two? " Expecting
she'd be a good source
questing requiem: of answers, since Shroud looked to be rather .. caught up
in playing the observer. -d
Tesarik One: Slowly, Maria rolled up the skins and moved over to the hearth
where the massive skull of the Troll-King with it's hammered on Iron Crown
sat, and she tucked it up there. Wasn't he giving them to her? If he wanted
them back he'd
Tesarik One: just have to take them. She turned around just in time to see
him break the leg and the corners of her lips twitched. Many, many thoughts
went through the woman's mind as she walked over towards him. She tugged a
chair across the
Tesarik One: flagstone making a terrible scraping noise against the rocks,
and sat it right in front of him. Then, she climbed up on the chair so she
was more eye to eye with the man. She was going to.....push him. "What are
you, some big dumb
Tempt of Black: Kana pressed her lips in to a fine line, but did not advance
to effect in any way what was happening with Maria and Fenris. She seemed
more than able to handle herself, and he didn't need riled up any more than
he was! Instead,
Tesarik One: oaf? Muscle and no brain? Even your laced mutton there seems
like a dumb island girl. Maybe you both should just head back to where you
came from, back to the boonies. I've got a million dumb brutes. The world has
a million dumb
Tempt of Black: she took to answering Girard, in Elven. "We had a
teleportation spell offered to us by a gnome mage... he.. did not tell us how
the spell would end. Fenris got the worst of it, as did the tables and
chairs. We did not mean to make a
Tempt of Black: mess, really." Her eyes slid from the minstrel back towards
Maria and Fenris then, tension curving down along her brow. Kana didn't know
what Maria was speaking, but the way she acted towards Fenris had the
islander spounting off in
Tesarik One: brutes." She leaned in close, so close he could feel her warm
breath upon his lips. "You're... you're just a big. dumb. ox. Go back to
whaling, or fishing, or farming." She pushed the sleeves of her arms up, on
one was the bottom
Tesarik One: half of a tattoo, a black feather.
Tempt of Black: Te-Pua Koy. "Get your goddamned hands off of him! We did not
come in here seeking this! We wanted work.. it was an accident, you pint
sized bitch! He sought the skins to find work here and will sooner beat your
freckled face in than
Tempt of Black: take shit from you!" Kana stalked back her way, ire building
up along her spine-- to the point her pretty green eyes shifted in to
cat-like rendition of themselves. The island words sounded pretty.. and
pretty angry, too. -d-
questing requiem: Girard presented an expression of the ' you shouldn't have
done that' sort when told about them having accepted a spell, of any sort!,
from a gnome mage. Not that Girard was bias against the likes of gnomes.. he
just did not trust
Tesarik One: Maria heard the woman, but she had not touched the man nor did
she have time for the man's female attendee. She ignored her, rather
pointedly! Instead she just stood on that chair, leaning in close, watching
his eyes with a slight
Tesarik One: tilt of her head.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris tilted his head to oen side as he watched the woman
grab the chair, leaving twins lines acros the floor. Ones that looked very
much the same as the ones he had left upon the bar. Turning his gaze back to
the woman that stood
questing requiem: the gnomes to work outside of illusionary magics.. and the
occassional contraption. Then again.. it was said back home 'The gnomes are
to blame for the horses going extinct!'. Gee..it couldn't have been all the
other spellslingers!
questing requiem: Wasn't long into his thoughts that Girard was pried out of
them by the shouting he couldn't understand. Time to play the observer and
stay out of the way..from half-way up the stairs.-d
A Cairn of Rage: upon the makeshift dias. Her venomous words slipping
through the thin space between them and falling upon ears that had heard
their share of threats and insults. Light green orbs burned like pools of
jade fire, the fury within the
A Cairn of Rage: Northman rooted down into the very essence of his soul.
Maria had rolled her sleeves up, revealing to him her tattoo. Showing where
it was she belonged. You did not flash the top foot of your steel, unless yo
meant to threaten or
A Cairn of Rage: intimidate with it. Fenris let her see his eyes drift down
towards the ink pressed down into her flesh before looking back at her. "My
father once told me, you have two ears and one mouth. Listen twice as much as
you speak. It was
A Cairn of Rage: a lesson I took to heart. Just as the first thing he ever
taught me about fighting, was to always appear as less than what you are. If
you look the fool, the dullard, the cowardly, than none expect much from you.
You apparently have
A Cairn of Rage: much to learn still. Even from big dumb oafs, like me. On
the battlefield, you'd be dead now." His voice was low and deep, rumbling
like thunder, rasping at the edges like a whetstone over steel. Years of
misuse or lack of use
A Cairn of Rage: having tainted that deep baritone with rust. One finger
rose up and he pressed it, just once to her forehead, accenting his point.
Say one thing for Fenris Vidarr, say he was a man of surprises. Turning
around from the woman, to
A Cairn of Rage: leave her standing there wondering where his ability to
speak common had come from, he grabbed his pack and drew it over a shoulder.
Looking to the Islander, his hands gesturing as he spoke slowly once again.
"We will find work
A Cairn of Rage: in other places." With a faint turn of his head, he looked
back at the group, the Northman stood for a moment, stock still and nodding
to the tattoo shown by Maria. "I carry my own mark. It just is not so
pretty as yours." -d
Tesarik One: She listened to him, a smile just barely forming upon her lips
as he spoke. He had not reacted as she'd expected, she'd expected him to take
a swing at her. Knock her over, crush her into the floor. "Your father was a
wise man,
Tempt of Black: Kana's eyes stared directly at Maria from that point on,
unmoving. She found a spot a few feet off from Fenris, figuring her words
lost on the woman's ears. It didn't matter. At least Kana spoke something,
even if it was for her
Tesarik One: Fenris. You've done exactly the opposite of what I expected.
Though...." As he went to touch her, a foot rose up to press to the back of
the chair, letting it tilt backwards then halfway down to the ground she did
a backflip and
Tempt of Black: own ears. Fenris' words got a nod, and she started towards
the door on her own. -d-
Tesarik One: landed with a soft thud and slightly bent knees... (Pausing for
acrobatics save)
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Tesarik One: though her landing wasn't as pretty as it could have been,
she'd still executed the flip fairly well. She rose upwards and glanced to
the hearth where the sahuagin skins were, then to the crates on her bar.
Moving over, she pulled
Tesarik One: out a bottle of Headknockers, and grabbed a glass; dropped a
stone down into the bottom and filled the large stein up to the top. It was
slid across the bar, her sleeves now hiding that tattoo again. "A mark doesn'
t need to be
Tesarik One: pretty to be meaningful, nor does it have to be terrible to
bring it's own pain. Perhaps before you head to find work elsewhere, you and
your islander might rest a spell and have a drink and dinner on the house."
A Cairn of Rage: The tips of his fingers set down upon the small of A'kana's
back, the subtle touch felt even through her thick winter clothing. As she
turned to face him, his back concealing their actions from most of the bar.
All save that one
A Cairn of Rage: oddly pale woman that had kept her eyes riveted upon him
sicne he fell from the hole in the ceiling. The hand gestures were quick and
practiced, moving with twists and bends as he looked down to her. After the
small gestures passed
A Cairn of Rage: between the two, even those versed in any and all tongues,
sadly would still be in the dark when standing witness to said gestures. They
were ones that had been made up along the travel here, crafted and created as
the two tried to
A Cairn of Rage: bridge the gap in their speech. As he looked back to Maria,
looking down at where she had her not as smooth as she wished landing and
back. "I think your tongue does not bend to easily. If you want us in your
work than just say it.
A Cairn of Rage: That was why we came. If not, than we can find coin in
other places. Places that hold no love for this Inn. Places that will put us
and yours on opposite ends of the blade. Think me a liar or a braggard, seek
the truth in the north.
A Cairn of Rage: Ask them to tell you of The Bloodied, a Named Man. Let them
tell you of how strong my word is." -d
questing requiem: Such an unexpected end, Girard thought while he descended
the stairs after making the full trip up to grab his lute before returning to
the others occupying the barroom. He didn't know about them but the minstel
certainly fancied an
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Tesarik One: She had given her offer and was now lifting bottles out of the
crates, carefully ensconced in moss. Madder Bogwheat, Madder Red, Madder
Black and then in the box from across the sea, Kir'viir Gold along with some
bottles of wine,
Tempt of Black: Did she just offer them a drink or something? Fenris' touch
and his gestures were found in her sights then. Her eyes rolled in slight,
sliding off to the side, and then back again, one shoulder giving nothing
more than a shrug.
questing requiem: amusing song for the night. " A curse upon all bards,
another on their tongues. A double curse upon their songs, I swear. A triple
curse upon this fool who chose to sing of us. If I could catch that Girard, I
would skin him then and
Tesarik One: the labels in elvish. When he spoke to her again, she turned to
face him from where she now stood behind the bar, and blew her long bangs out
of her lovely eyes. "I don't need to ask around, Named Man. I know of you
already, I just
Tesarik One: had to see it myself. Sometimes, as I'm sure our minstrel here
knows, stories can get...convoluted... as it passes from one person to the
next. You... yes.... I'd like to hire you if you are willing. It's not easy
work though, and
Tempt of Black: Her hands touched in at one another. Short gestures. Quick
and concise. There was little to be said for this. The tension remained
across Kana's shoulders, watching back towards the bar then. -d-
questing requiem: there! " Well a man could find his fun where he could eh?
" This bard has only done what ever bard is bound to do. We should be glad
he's chosen now to flatter us, not mar. " A little change of his voice's
tones to something a bit
Tesarik One: I don't baby those in the employ of the guild. You could die.
You could die and never come back, if you die enough. But there's coin,
riches, items, reputation to be earned and I know where to do it. I don't
know shit about the
questing requiem: feminine as he continued on. " I swear to you my friend,
that all that stays my hand, is custom grants a bard immunity. But if he
sings love songs underneath my window one more time, Not even that will save
him from a beating
Tesarik One: islander but I have a feeling that she comes along with you. So
now, come and eat and drink and be merry. We'll share a drink and call it a
deal."
questing requiem: straight from me! " And that would be the early end to
that while Girard failed to not chuckle.. wholly distracted from whatever
else was going on about him. -d
Tesarik One: *I wanted to see a fight.* Ankar mused as she sat still in the
corner, watching every single movement of the big man including the hand
signs he was making. She furrowed her brow, watching, then listened as Maria
spoke again. She
Tesarik One: leaned forward, waiting to see what would happen, holding her
breath even.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris caught the signals and offered a faintly crooked
smirk down to A'kana. Looking to the stien that she had poured of a drink too
long absent from his tongue, he looked to the counter once again. "You are
shy one drink, and she
A Cairn of Rage: can measure her salt with any man." Looking down to
A'kana, he gave a faint grumble and a shrug of those wide shoulders. This was
not the way he had planned in his head. Nor could he have said this was the
turn of events that made
A Cairn of Rage: his day brighter. Instead it simply told him one thing.
That he and A'kana, would have to work twice as hard, fight twice as savage,
be twice as cunning as any of those counted in her employ. Fenris slipping
back into that quiet and
A Cairn of Rage: hostile feel, like a thunderstorm trapped within flesh,
eager to be free and rage across the heavens. That drink was once again given
a long glance, his mouth far more dry than he would admit. -d
Tesarik One: "A drink for your Salty Siren then." She smirked, and grabbed a
mug and dropped a stone into it, then poured it full of the Headknockers too,
and slid it over. For herself, she poured herself a big glass of Madder Red
and lifted the
Tesarik One: glass towards them, waiting for the click of glasses and drink
that would sign the deal for them. "Come, drink, before the head dies down."
Still frothy, waiting, nice and delicious for him!
Tempt of Black: Another small gesture went to Fenris, then a nod towards the
bar. It was his choice, really. He wanted to come here (albeit, not via a
drop from the ceiling), and here they were! Kana still felt the want to snap
at Maria, knowing
Tempt of Black: not a lick of all she and Fenris had said, but that feeling
would be put down. They needed the coin. That took precedence here. If he
moved to take a drink, she'd oblige the action--drinking along with them. -d-
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris walked over to the counter, his pack thrown down to
the floor and kicking up a small cloud of dust from where it landed. One hand
wrapped around the handle of his stien, while the other gently pushed the mug
towards A'kana.
A Cairn of Rage: When both the females had teir drinks in hand, he pushed
his forwards to have them meet with a sharp retort. Unlike the Islander,
Fenris was a seasoned hand at the stout Dwarven drink. Bringing it up to his
lips and pouring it down
A Cairn of Rage: his throat in one, long and practiced pull. turning
something over in his mouth as he slammed the stien down and spit the stone
upon the floor. "Done." He confirmed his word to stay and work here. -d
Tesarik One: Kana could snap at her all she wanted, she'd be ignored until
she decided to step out of Fenris' shadow and show Maria she was her own
woman and not Fen's tail that had come along behind him to keep him warm at
night and look
Tesarik One: pretty. She held her mug up, and when all had theirs in hand,
let the metal click together and she began to drink the ale, nearly the
entire mug at one time and then she sat it down and nodded to him as the rock
was spit on the
Tesarik One: floor and not into her shelves of glasses again. "Done." She
pulled up two keys, and slid one to A'kana ,and one to Fenris. "Room, board
is taken care of. Keep your own room clean. If you decide you'd like to rent
a cottage or flat
Tesarik One: in the city instead of a room here with us all, just let me
know. I've got ...connections." Nod.
Tempt of Black: Tipping back the drink, Kana took a good sip of brew,
letting it simmer around her tongue for a moment. It.. tasted like what she
imagined horse piss would taste like. What the hell was this stuff? Casting a
look down to the stone
Tempt of Black: in the bottom of her drink, she'd lift her sights up to
Maria, then over to Fenris, swallowing what she'd took of it. Well... maybe
it wasn't SO bad. Another sip followed.. awkwardly. Kana sent a glance down
to the key then. She'd
Tempt of Black: leave it sit, opting for another, longer drink. -d-
questing requiem: " Lasta lalaithamin. " Murmured Girard as he elected to
set his lute down next to the bar while he let his attention turn to whatever
it was the others had chosen to do, or chat about for that matter. Did not
seem the sort of conver
Tesarik One: Maria's place was as high tech as they came for the time
frame... each room had it's own bathroom with actual running hot water! It
was all magicked up nice and neat, for their comfort. After all, the places
she sent them to were
Tesarik One: often terrible, so she at least gave them some comforts at
home.
questing requiem: sation for the minstrel to add anything to.. " What are
they drinking, Maria? " -d
Tesarik One: "Headknockers. Dwarven ale."
questing requiem: Dwarven ale. Bad idea.. " Any Elder root Stout? "
Tesarik One: "No, but I can have some by tomorrow night." She grinned.
A Cairn of Rage: "Boy, this drink will make your root stout." Fenris
watched as A'kana took the drink and screwed her face up at the taste. One
one level, he perhaps could not blame her. The drink was harsh and only came
to be delightful after
A Cairn of Rage: many, many nights where one would wake bloodied and without
any memory as to how they ended up, once again, near naked. For all his
travels, i all the time since he left Alzorc, he had never the time to ponder
over what those of
A Cairn of Rage: other places drank. With a faint shrug of those broad
shoulders he tapped the outside of the empty stien. All the while his eyes
glanced to the key, wondering if being in this place, if even for a night was
wise for him. One finger
A Cairn of Rage: moved the etal key towards Maria again. "Outside of town."
-d
Tempt of Black: Before she knew it, half of the stien was gone..! How'd that
happen? She started to feel all.. warm. Warm was good. Lightweight that she
was, Kana couldn't hold her own when it came to alcohol, especially something
like she'd been
Tesarik One: *They say, alcohol makes your root flimsy.* She added with a
soft chuckle heard in their heads through her telepathic talk. Seeing them
all drinking made her thirsty, so she would order a drink too. *I'd like a
glass of that
Tesarik One: Kir'viir Gold I saw you pull out.* She nodded a little,
bouncing the stark white hair around her face as she did so. once Maria
poured the glass, she used her spellborn talents to levitate the glass all
the way over to her, where
Tesarik One: she was even so lazy as to make the magic tilt the glass upon
her lips for a sip.
questing requiem: " Remind me never to ask for a Black Brew in jest then. "
Fenris earned a glance after that .. was it a joke? Too much time on the road
and among the elves no doubt. " Just an ale, Maria. Oh..and there any elven
bastions nearby? "
questing requiem: Might as well go and bother the local elves sometime soon,
they appreciated a good song or two. -d
Tesarik One: She took his key back and dropped it in her bowl, then pulled
out a book that she opened. Each page had a drawing of a various cottage,
house, townhouse, etc on it with a key tied to the page. She turned until she
found a small
Tempt of Black: fed here. She started to smile a little, moreso at Fenris,
and then over to the pretty--pretty WHITE lady across the way. The floating
glass and the lazy tip amused her. At least something did tonight!
Tesarik One: cottage, and untied the key and slid it over to him. "Head
through Amelia Park, and right outside town on the shores of the lake is a
small cottage. Looks like this." She showed him the drawing. *Small place,
but it'll do. Stable's
Tesarik One: big enough for 3 horses."
Tempt of Black: maybe all that talk would have been amusing, if her Common
was sharper. Muttering in Te-Pua Koy, "What I wouldn't give to talk to
someone in my tongue." Kana sighed and finished the drink--avoiding the stone
at the bottom. It could
Tempt of Black: remain swimming in that last little swallow of horse piss
brew. -d-
Tesarik One: Ankar wiggled her pale fingers at A'kana and gave her a wink,
then allowed her glass to tip against her lips again then float down to the
table. *Watch out for the Lake Monster.*
Tesarik One: Without missing a beat, Maria answered Kana in Te-Pua Koy. "I'm
sure there's a professor or two at the college here in town that can speak
your tongue." She smirked, and finished her Madder ale.
A Cairn of Rage: Setting his hands to either side of the book and leaning
down to take the picture into memory. Looking at the cabin and where it was
settled nearest the lake, at least it had the promise of good game. Turning
his head upwards to the
A Cairn of Rage: voice he heard within his mind instead of in his ears. The
only one he could figure it to be was the pale woman with the floating drink.
Turning so that he could face her fully, brows drawn down slightly as he
sucked air through his
Tempt of Black: Kana went from attention on Ankar, with a smile... to a
sharply shifted, somewhat off look at Maria. That was.. unexpected! Kana
almost smiled, just hearing something she fully understood. Almost. Well, one
point goes back on the
A Cairn of Rage: teeth. How did one respond to mental talk? Rubbing at the
base of his neck, leaving that mystery for those that commanded the arcane,
he reached back and grabbed the key before slipping it down into the pouch on
his belt. Despite
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A Cairn of Rage: it all, he had finally set his hands upon what he came for.
The job. A place to stay. A promise of work that would test him against the
odds. It was a rough line that he walked, but every once in a while, it gave
him a small shred
A Cairn of Rage: of something to grasp. -d
Tempt of Black: board for Maria. Hmph. Kana nodded a little, set her stien
down gingerly and slid it towards the redhead. From there, Fenris had her
attention, again. With him pocketing the key, Kana straightened some.. only
to shake a little
Tempt of Black: dizziness out of her head. Wooh, it was getting warm and all
spinny in this place! -d-
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Tesarik One: "Don't mind Ankar, that lake monster hasn't been seen in years
and even then just a tentacle or two sticking up." She grinned, then pointed
over to the minstrel. "Maybe our resident bar...minstrel has a song about
Pincer Lake. But,
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Tesarik One: anyway, it's a nice little cottage though not magicked up like
my place here so you'll have to pump the well for water, it's all furnished
though." She shrugged, then winked a green eye at Kana before turning and
heading towards
Tesarik One: the kitchen. "Give me a moment and I'll pack you some food for
tonight and tomorrow." And, she disappeared into the kitchen. See, she was a
nice girl! Or, she could be if she wanted to! She was just high strung and
had a terrible
Tesarik One: redheaded temper!
questing requiem: With his attention barely keeping focus on any one matter
for longer than a few seconds inevitably left the minstrel to push himself up
and away from the bar. " I'm no local, Maria, only one of my repertoire can
boast origins herea-
questing requiem: abouts.. " Not that he'd really been asked about it, yet
it was a distraction while he drew his lute up from its place against the
face of the bar. " Maybe I'll learn a few if I wander the Greenlord Run long
enough.. " -d
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris looked around the Inn once again, saw that above the
hearth lay only two objects. A crown and the skins he brought. Soon, he vowed
if only to himself, there would be no room left. He waited for Maria to bring
the things she
A Cairn of Rage: had offered. When she did he pulled that pack back up and
stuffed them down into it. A small nod of thanks given to the redhead as he
gestured to A'kana. The pack drawn over his shoulder as he moved from the
bar, one booted foot
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A Cairn of Rage: moving some of the debris into a small pile. A vain attempt
to clean, but as he said, he felt that it was woman's work, or those in the
employ to strickly clean and tend the affairs of inside chores. They had
traveled so far this
A Cairn of Rage: day, and apparently still more to go. Opening the door he
would usher both he and A'kana out into the night, giving the Inn one last
look. He'd be back tomorrow. No doubt hungry to start building a name below
the Knockskull. -d
Tesarik One: A bag was brought out, inside she'd packed several loaves of
her country black bread, wrapped up quite a hefty serving of roasted dire
bear, shoved in some fruits (a few of which Kana would recognize from the
islands as a surprise!)
Tesarik One: and a small container of her homemade butter for the bread, and
blackberry jam in a jar. A bottle of ale, and something that Kana would drink
as well given and then she waved as they were off and began to clean up the
mess on the
Tesarik One: bar top.
Tempt of Black: A single Te-Pua Koy word went to Maria, after the food was
given them. "Thanks." It was a touch appreciative. Afterall, the woman didn't
need to offer them that. Being half-drunk, Kana wouldn't mind the food,
either! Slipping away
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Tempt of Black: from the bar, a bit more languid than usual, Kana followed
off after Fenris, sighing in actual delight to the chilly air outside. She
felt too warm now. How was that possible?! "Where?" She looked back his way,
the single word
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Tempt of Black: prompting a look around them. Which direction? There might
have been a map shown Fenris.. but she'd been too busy with her nose in a
stien to care. Whichever way they'd go, Kana took her good old time--smiling
widely whenever he'd
Tempt of Black: look her way. Chances are she'd be in that fruit before they
reached the cottage. -d-
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